Well, as it turns out, tonight will be the last of my fast. I got a job today and have to be in Atlanta for a week next Monday. At this juncture I don’t think I can pull off the logistics of juicing, not in a new gig out of a hotel room. Beyond that, I have to move to Greenville, which means the next few weeks are going to be chaotic. Since I put my resume out on Monday, for that matter, it has been hectic. It is not possible, at least for a novice like myself, to take full advantage of the spiritual pursuit of the fast in these circumstances.
Which means the fast is over.
I need to break the fast slowly so I can eat solids (or shall I say salads?) by next Monday. That gives me four days.
I want to do this right. I am not going back to my old, bad habits. I went to the store a few moments ago and bought enough of the right foods to keep me on the straight and narrow until Monday—and even a little beyond. Some organic vegetable broth. Canned organic vegan soups. And, of course, fresh fruits and vegetables.
I am having some of the vegetable broth this evening. It is delicious!
There is a certain sadness leaving this fast behind. There may never again be something quite like it. Oh, I intend to fast again. Fasting is an integral part of my new lifestyle, for spiritual reasons and physical. Certainly I will juice: that will continue to play a major part in my diet. Is skipping supper and drinking a juice a fast?
