June 01, 2004 - 4:30 p.m.
The fast lasted for two days, half of what I had proposed. I spent just about every waking hour feeling hungry. I thought at some point that was supposed to go away. I guess I'm just not cut out for not eating. I did feel great after the fast, but that was mostly because I was eating, I think. No longer was I cranky, tired and feeling a constant dull ache! Life is great! I guess I won't take food for granted so much, not that I ever did. Nothing exciting came out of my body, though I did get the "foul breath" and "odd-smelling urine," so that was somewhat exciting. I also felt a sense of, like, Buddhist Love and Acceptance, but I have been working toward that anyway. It didn't feel very loving or accepting to deny my body food, and I couldn't remember quite why I had done it in the first place.
I decided to have the party on Saturday (oops Heather!) because I've spent one too many Saturdays home alone with Danny Stiles and Cinema Thirteen lately. I have sent out invitations to all the friends I know of...if you didn't get one, identify yourself!
