The last solid meal I ate was at 7:30pm on Saturday, the 4th. The fast has officially gone over the one week mark. It’s been quite a ride of self-discovery. Spiritually, I’m on fire. I feel incredibly connected to my Heavenly Father. I realized I was making work an idol. It’s easy to turn to God when the going gets tough. Although it’s the opposite of what you should do when blessed, it’s even easier to forget about Him when everything’s smooth sailing. I truly believe there’s a reason for all things. My car accident forced me to slow down and do some assessing..
Emotionally, I feel balanced and controlled. Through this fast, I’ve discovered a lot about my emotional connection to food. I was bulimic for seven years, as a teen into my early 20’s. I always knew I had food issues, but I thought I’d overcome them a long time ago. I am now cognizant of the fact that I still possess triggers. My new goal is to be objective when those triggers present themselves, to exert self-control.
Physically, I feel amazing. My skin is clear and glowing. The whites of my eyes are even whiter. I feel like I’m vibrating on a higher frequency. My only concern is that I’ve lost a little too much weight so I plan on eating raw for a couple of days in order to ease myself off the fast and back to a paleo/primal diet.
This has been the best birthday present to myself. I turn 34 on Wednesday, and I’m hitting my mid-30’s healthier than ever: physically, emotionally, and most importantly, spiritually. I feel so excited about my future! As Abraham Lincoln once said, “All that I am, or hope to be, I owe to my angel mother.” Thanks, mom, for instilling in me the desire to consistently better myself. I miss you. I love you. I’ll see you in heaven.