To a man with an empty stomach food is god. -Ghandi
I realize that I don't actually have an empty stomach. The idea still has the ring of truth to it. As the days go by, I am increasingly interested in eating anything that's not BR, and less interested in other things. In this sense, food is growing to fill more of my thoughts. I expect the trend would continue.
I'm in a funk in the morning. Enduring present misery for an ever-elusive future gain. Is that the kind of thinking that lead me to take away from myself just so I can enjoy adding back to myself? I wonder if I do this in other areas of my life.
I happen across this quote in a Dale Carnegie book:
Two men looked out from prison bars. One saw the mud, the other the stars.
Sure, this is a self-imposed "prison," but I can dig the truth of this statement under the circumstances. There's plenty to enjoy once I accept my fast. I change my thinking, so that now I can see this as an opportunity to challenge my enjoy-the-present muscles. Yeah! I'm golden for the day after that.
At lunch I have a few bites of kale with my BR, winding things down. With dinner BR, I have some... apples! They're delicious.
I'm ready for tomorrow!