Fasting Chronicles Day 18
F asting Chronicles Day 18: Tired, tired, so friggin' tired. I dragged myself out of bed to greet the day. Weak, stomach is feeling queasy, can't st op spitting and I am totally nauseated. If I didn't know better, I would think I was pregnant...but I know better. The husband dropped off the kids this morning as I was too tired to move. I pretty much relaxed on the sofa, until he came home. Later on in the morning, I gathered up the energy to go to back to the kids' school for an assembly. Our youngest received an academic award. So proud of him. Made a delivery to a store and it was back home to rest before picking up the kids and the children's treat for my son receiving his award. Deep fried chicken wings. What did I learn from this fast? I have a deeper relationship with food than I realised. The foods I love to eat as opposed to what I can do without. An even greater relationship with my body and its mechanics. There is more in my mind and in...