I definitely get hungry according to the prompts around me.

I’m sitting here in the living room, and because I’m not confronted by food, I feel fine.

But when I was preparing dinner for my kids, I was feeling pretty hungry. Except not really. It’s difficult to explain, but the hunger signals are still coming from outside of me, rather than from the inside. My body doesn’t need food. It’s like my mind needs food, not my body.

Fasting is a funny thing to go through. On the one hand, it’s all about the food.

On the other hand, it’s about everything except the food.

I’m doing this to heal my body, and to move deeply into my spiritual self. I want to learn about myself. I want to understand myself. I want to know what makes me tick, and why.

To be honest, I also love the feel of fasting. It feels great. Or it does at present. I can almost feel myself healing. Everything I’m doing feels right.

They say days three through five are the hardest. I think Day One was harder than now, at Day Three. I’m pretty much getting into the groove of it now. And I’m enjoying watching the weight pour off of me. That’s a real bonus!

I don’t know when I’ll finish this fast. I don’t know if I’ll make the full forty days or not. This is a challenge against myself and nobody else.

Tomorrow is Easter. We have family coming over. I don’t want to eat. Fasting makes you realise how absolutely central food is for our culture. But I don’t want to offend anyone. I don’t want to upset anyone. I just want to continue my fast.

I’m right on the cusp of getting to the great part of fasting. Once you get beyond the gate of fasting (as some like to call it) it’s meant to be pretty cruizy and enlightening. I want to get to that space.

I think I can do it. I just have to set my mind and my body to it.

I want to do it.