Completion

On day 5 of the fast I began to truly slow.  I wrote a lengthy article, quoting authors and text and then began to sit and look at it.  I was too exhausted for the next detail or organized thought.  I wanted the quiet of my own head and body, no longer extending to a device.  I deeply needed to go in to my inner resources and focus on very little.  

Eventually I understood.  I stopped doing chores.  Doing anything seemed like a huge effort.  I laughed out loud at the thought of bullet journaling with my daughter.  I couldn't formulate an organized thought, let alone chart that.  So, there was no music, no yoga (very little), no writing.  Just me.  I wasn't physically hungry, but my old fire began to come forward.  I began to think about food.  I began to think about cooking and recipes.  I began to plan my reintegration back to cooking and food.  And then I was too tired for even that.  The final day I allowed myself to sit on the couch and watch television.  I decided to complete 7 days, with some gentle nudging from my boyfriend.  On the fifth day, I mentioned it and he just said I might as well.  To get this far and turn around would seem silly.  I wholeheartedly agreed and stayed with the fast for two more days and three more nights.  

What I didn't realize was that it would be four more days after completing the fast before I stopped being hungry.  Reintegration was more like fasting than fasting.  

 Day 7: cracking jokes on instagram about seeing my aura.  This was my spot on the couch for the day.  

Day 7: cracking jokes on instagram about seeing my aura.  This was my spot on the couch for the day.