Fasting log: day 13 (aka FML)
This week has been absolutely craptastic! Actually, what I thought I would look back on as my weakest moment of the fast has turned out to be one of the funniest moments of this week! It started on Sunday, day 10. I was hangry! I was grumpy, I was fed up, I was just over it all. I am not a rabbit and I was tired of eating like one. And, to top off the day, my lovely DH went out and got Chinese takeout for him and the LO. Seriously?! That was it. I decided enough was enough, I was going to have the broth of a wonton soup to satisfy my "hanger". I ate every bite with a tiny spoon and it was nothing less than fantastic! It was just missing the wontons... of which my daughter graciously left one remaining on her plate. I was about to throw it away when I snapped; fuck it! One wonton won't kill a well behaved two week fast! I devoured it, with no regrets. On Monday, I admit that I had a bit of guilt about my slip-up, but my roller coaster of emotions and general anxiety got th...