you are what you eat

My stomach ills the other day were prolonged and quite unpleasant. I decided to try curing them by an alternative method. I ate Monday night around 11 o'clock, and decided later that evening that if I was still in pain the next morning I wouldn't eat that day.

Tuesday came: my alarm clock yelled at me and then my stomach chimed in. I turned on the shower before I sat down on the pot -- a good way to cover poo noises! -- and set my mind to beginning the fast.

I'd never not eaten before, but I didn't think it would be too difficult. But I was hungry already and knew it would be a long day, as I had to clock 9 hours in a restaurant kitchen.

I was weak and tired the whole day, and I wear my feelings on my sleeve, so everyone was telling me I didn't look well. The head chef chose today to offer me some delicious fried lemon sole, and I'm sure a little bit to eat would've been fine, but, like my abstinence from drinking two weeks before the marathon, the means had become the end and I was determined to make it through the whole day without anything but water, (and a little toothpaste.) By the nighttime I wasn't hungry anymore, and the finish line was in view so I was feeling a bit better. I went to bed early in anticipation of break-fast.

I woke early - fresh, but body aching a bit. I didn't look any thinner, but I felt good about cleaning myself out; detoxifying. I sat down to a hearty breakfast of porridge, cereal, toast with marmite, eggs, cheese, a tasty orange/apple juice, and a cup of tea. My ills were gone, and I chalked another triumph in my book of tiny victories over temptation.