French for 'I am done'. I had my first meal a couple hours ago and I am recuperating. Eating feels weird, In fact, I felt guilty when savouring my fillet Mignon and rice.
I didn't get in touch with my spirituality over the past few days nor did I separate myself from the commercial influences of this capitalist world. I should have prayed and meditated,but I didn't. As this is my first time, I forgive myself. Will there be other episodes where I deprive my body from food? Yes, but I won't write about them in details because frankly, I am boring myself.
I will close this train of thought, with only one affirmation: Although I am an optimist and believe that anything can be achieved through hard work, dedication, faith (and a sprinkle of good luck), fasting has reinforced this belief. I feel like I can do anything...
Why? Because when you experience the power your mind has over your own body, and the way you can participate, actively, in physical changes (losing weight- you are literally a landscaper, trimming away, through your lack of consumption), then you can do the exact same out there, in the world surrounding you.
I realize that I may sound a bit off the rocker, but perhaps one must experience self inflicted hunger to get my point.
Anyways, Thank you all for the encouraging comments and the advice/concern. It wouldn't have been the same without your support.
Toodles. And here is the rest of it.