I finished my fruit fast on Wednesday, and I won’t lie — that oatmeal and coffee tasted a-maz-ing on Thursday morning. Technically, I broke the fast a little early on Wednesday, when I had two basil martinis [herbs are just a step away from fruits, right?], but I still refrained from eating, so I think it’s fine. [Pro tip: When one of your directors invites you to happy hour, always say yes.]
I only lost two pounds this time, which is less than normal, but I found this fast less daunting than previous ones. I rarely wanted to cave and was generally satisfied consuming [lots of] fruit. But while this fast included fewer physical challenges, I stumbled upon more and deeper mental and emotional realizations than normal.