A few thoughts at hour 23 of a 24-hour fast:
There are too damned many food commercials on TV.
Coffee tastes great when you aren't eating, but leaves you edgy.
There are too damned many food commercials on TV.
It's interesting how much we take not only food but eating for granted. The only time I almost slipped up and ate was when I was feeding The Lad and caught myself pooping one of his cashews in my mouth -- I spit it out, but the thing was, I didn't even think before doing it.
There are too damned many food commercials on TV.
TFR asked me if I've been thinking about the troops or my stomach, and I told her both. All day I've used each pang of hunger as a prompt to reflect on what our troops go through for us, like some sort of digestive rosary.
There are too damned many food commercials on TV.
The closer it gets to 24 hours, the more aware I am of my hunger -- exponentially. I can't help but compare this to the feeling soldiers get when they're "short" (close to going home).
There are too damned many food commercials on TV.
