Is it just me or do you ever feel entirely wimpish around people who have the strength of Jesus during his 40 days in the desert? Like I have a friend who regularly runs full marathons, am I'm all "huh. I attempted to run a marathon in high school (without training one single day) and made it 7 miles and literally felt like my calves were hack-sawed in half for about a month. Granted - that was due to sheer stupidity - not my will power, but still. I could have actually had the willpower to train consistently.
Another example - after 15 hours of labor without feeling much of anything contraction-wise, they turned my petocin up to full volume and one contraction sent me over the edge and I was practically french-kissing the anesthesiologist as he walked in the room with my epidural. I have many friends who suffered through natural child birth without hesitation.
So, you see, I'm trying to develop more discipline in my life and with that comes development of self-control.
Anyhow. So I'm here today. My ritual the past 3 days has been to reduce portions by 25% each day. Fine. Done. No prob. Then today I started the fast. I drink this
So, I'll be blogging about my experience each day until I quit - I mean finish the 5 days. Ugh. God help me.

1 comment:
5 days?? I hope the reason you haven't posted about it more doesn't mean you actually ate your children. I would definitely eat a couple kids if I couldn't eat for 5days.
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