Fasting – I did it!

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I was drawn to intermittent fasting because it was the next healthy thing to do. I have begun to embrace the healthy living position – veggie smoothie twice a day, morning ritual of a full glass of pure, freshly squeezed  lemon juice with drops of oil of oregano and peppermint oil, deep breathing and meditation, and so forth. And now it was time to push the envelope further, eliminate toxins from the body and maybe lose a few pounds along the way.

I’ve learned that there are a number of variations to intermittent fasting. There is fasting for 16 hours a day, or 2 days a week, or every other day, or 24 hours a week. I chose the latter.

I psyched myself the night before and I woke up with a headache the next morning. So much for psyching.  Of all the days to have a headache. But nothing could distract me from fasting. So I had to make it happen.

Throughout the day,  I drank nothing but water. Warm water, actually. It had a soothing effect on my stomach. And my nerves. Although black coffee and clear soup were allowed, I managed pretty well with just water.

The headache accompanied me throughout the day, but it was not as strong as my commitment to complete 24 hours of fasting. Even the hunger was kept at bay, no shaking, no pangs to speak of.

With a water diet, trips to the bathroom were necessarily more frequent than usual.  That’s alright. I was prepared to stay home all day. I also needed to conserve my energy, so when the husband asked if I wanted to go for a walk, I quietly declined. Even talking was minimized!

I slept through the night and I knew I was about to complete my 24-hour fasting. The next morning, success was written all over my face. Surprisingly,  the headache was gone. And best of all, I was not even hungry!

I made it to my first fasting day!

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Sobering thoughts

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She’s 93 years old, and was just recently diagnosed with cancer. She is on her first month of chemotherapy treatment. Everybody is hopeful that she will make it. She’s a strong woman. Heck, she was chasing subways just a few months ago. I can’t even run up the stairs of our split level home.

Her first reaction about her illness, : “Well, I have no complaints. I’ve been here long enough. In fact, I may already be overstaying !”

I cannot begin to imagine the horrendous effects of chemotherapy on her now fragile body. It’s cruel doing this to her. So she can live. One begins to wonder whether that was the right treatment direction for her. Shouldn’t the focus be on the great concept, “quality of life?” Or is prolonging life the more noble goal to achieve? She’s 93; will her life be any better with the chemo regimen? I know it will get worse, for sure, before it gets better. Hopefully it does get better for her.

There are as many sides and angles to this topic as there are infinite rays glimmering from a crystal ball. It is a situation no one wants to be in; unfortunately, life’s challenges do not discriminate. But when it does happen to you, remarkably you discover you have that humbling but powerful resilience tucked in the pockets of your life. I only have the utmost respect and admiration for those who are unwillingly confronted with making a decision that you wish God made for you instead.