Fasting

So. I am fasting. I never know if I should let anyone in on the fact when I am fasting, it's between God and me. I also don't want people to get the wrong idea, like I'm looking for a reward or something. You know, those people who cover themselves in dirt or ash and make themselves look pitiful. I want to slick up my hair and shine my skin. It would also be more in my comfort zone to not tell anyone!

For a long time I didn't have the go-ahead to fast because it would turn into this mess of a thing with me and would defeat the purpose. There was a time when I used to use food to let my frustrations and anger out-or rather, lack of food. I won't go into the demented ways I craved starving myself when I was younger. I used to go days without eating or survive weeks on juice boxes and dry cereal.

Fasting, over the years, has become more and more heavy on my heart. I want to do it. I want that thing with God, that connection. That point where you really say I need nothing but You. Food. Food has no match on Him.

Then I read about the fruits and veggies fast and I knew that was it, it's something that fits and you still have that growl in your tummy. I don't feel like I'm cheating with being a veggie. There is no bread or cheeses and sweets. No pop. No chips. Nothing cooked or baked. No seasonings. Natural foods, as they are.

My goal is two weeks-I think. I don't want to lead this.

Right now I really want some bread. Or fries.

Sometimes I read previous posts and I think-oh my goodness. I'm a dork. But oh well. It makes life interesting?