The Finish Line is in Sight
Today is the final day of my 10-day fast. I started at 216.4. This morning I weighed in at 200 pounds even. But the fast isn't over. I break fast with bone broth tomorrow.
Bone broth, if you've never had it, tastes like nothing in particular, so I'm about to go to the nearby supermarket to look for some miso soup. I'm sure they won't have it, and the nearest upscale store is a half hour's drive each way. Skip that. If the local store doesn't have miso, I'll get some bullion cubes.
I soooo wish this day was over, or at least I wish it was 8:30 PM so I could watch the new episode of Star Trek: Discovery, but wishing that you were X number of minutes, hours, or days closer to the end of your life is no way to live.
I also abstained from playing video games on this fast, and I plan to continue that trend, at least avoiding them until the end of the day when all of my work is done, and not first thing in the morning while I drink my morning coffee.
I also stopped drinking coffee on this fast. Do I plan to get back on it? Quitting is hard. Staying off it is the easy part, but I've heard that it has neuro-protective benefits, and given how much I enjoy it, I'm anxious to believe those findings.