fast, faster, fastest
When I return from my business trip I’m going to fast. It’s back to the Master Cleanse for me this fall. I’ve been slowly purging all of the perishable food in my refrigerator except for lemons and maple syrup.
The weekend following my trip is pretty empty to give me enough time to tool around the house and do as little as possible. Those first two or three days are the toughest, but I’ve arranged everything so it’ll be quiet and I’ll have tons of movies to watch. Plus the first episodes of America’s Next Top Model. Pithy, I know, but I love fashion shoots. What can I say?
A friend asked me why I fast the other day. I still really don’t know how to answer the question except to say I feel loads better afterward. There’s a point when it becomes very spiritual, somewhere usually in the middle of it. My body first quiets down, then becomes very alert of everything around it. In a weird way, I’ve often thought the feeling must be how a spider sees in many directions at once; they don’t have great vision but they can see the world all around them passively. I obviously don’t have eyes in the back of my head but my senses are heightened.
I don’t know if I’m going to be able to bike to work during the weeks I’m fasting. I wasn’t a big bike person the last time I fasted, so I honestly don’t know how my body will cope. The only real thing I can do it try it and see what happens. But I’m erring on the side of caution. No need to pass out on Lincoln Avenue in traffic.
That would not be cute.