This is week 3 of my 21-Day Daniel Fast. My blog post about that can be found here, but basically, it’s vegan extreme – and I’m throwing in my own personal restriction to unleavened bread only. After a really rough first week, fast is going great for me, as I explained in my update about it here. Although, I’ll admit to looking forward to the end of the fast.
Pin ItYear: 2010
Gregg and I rarely fight. I’m very passive, and he and I pretty much agree on most things, so there isn’t a lot left to fight about. We’ve had our moments, and our marriage had a really rough year at one point, but for the most part, there has been little fighting.
Pin ItI haven’t had a chance to eat this yet. Since I’m doing a Daniel Fast, I can’t eat the sugar. But, I made this for the volunteers on Tuesday night and it received rave reviews. I managed to save Kaylee a serving, and she said that it was “Amazing!”
Pin ItMonday there was no package waiting. Tuesday came and went with no package. Gregg sent me an email Wednesday titled, “Finally!” with the tracking number and information that it would be delivered on Friday. I have been SOOOO curious as to what was coming. Gregg has never been good about keeping a surprise secret for very long, and as far as I could tell, he had dropped no hints whatsoever.
The first week was HARD. I was hungry all the time, and when I ate, it was absolutely unsatisfying. I longed to feel the way a thick cheeseburger on a whole wheat bun felt in my mouth, for the flavors to mingle all sloppily together, to feel that full feeling washed down with a glass of unsweetened tea. Beans and salads and apples just didn’t cut it. I dreamed of eating big platters of Family Favorite Steak & Gravy. I had a headache almost daily. And baking dark chocolate chip cookies for Kaylee’s school trip was almost my undoing. I could not fathom two more days of it, much less two more weeks.
Pin ItSo, I spent most of my adult life in Florida – a place that might as well be its own country it’s so removed from many traditional things I’ve heard of in other parts of the country. I’m sure that has something to do with the lack of seasons. Prior to Florida, I was an Army brat who lived on post – another way that local customs and traditions get diluted.
