10 Day Fast: Day 8

This morning was rough. I was watching the minutes tick by - wishing the day would just be over already - totally missing the point of this "memorial" fast. The point was to remember what it felt like to feel slow and weak, and then feel the rush of nutrition physically changing my body when I drank a juice. The point was to remember the trips to the Farmer's Market - enjoying all the fresh fruits and vegetables. The point was to remember the release of the addiction to food. This afternoon, it all came together. I heard from many resources that it's not a good idea to train and fast. It's counterproductive. It won't feel good. But I was so afraid of losing the routine I had built, I did it anyway. And I was feeling more tired with every passing day. Finally, this afternoon - a running day - I decided I was just going to take a walk. As I was walking, I started to feel more empowered. Less pushed. I noticed the feeling of loose cotton against my skin, the cool breeze, the strength in my legs as I walked up hills - and this guy:

I stocked up on all the fruits and veggies I'll need for the last few days of the fast and had a good time planning dinner for the transition period. I'm making a coconut corn chowder on Tuesday night. I can't wait. Mmm . . .