A few years ago I fasted for about ten days before Christmas. It was torture. I found an entry in my journal that was humorous to read:
It is quiet and the family members are spread all over the Inn this evening. I am alone in the living room in my comfortable chair enjoying the warmth and our beautiful Frasier Fur tree. I am on the fourth day of a ten-day fast. Everywhere there are good things to eat. At brunch this morning there were waffles and fresh fruit with whipped cream, hash brown potatoes, and eggs over easy. Within a few hours I was drafted to drive to the Grand Traverse Pie Company where everyone had coffee and berry pie and chicken pot pie.
I called in a pizza order and it just arrived for the family. A little while ago Heidi walked through the lobby with a pumpkin dessert with whipped cream. Kyle hss ground and brewed some fresh coffee. Good food is everywhere—everywhere.
I have not eaten since Tuesday night.
