So I made it through the weekend in NYC! So many temptations around every corner -- the ring of the Softee truck, the smell of roasting meat on a spit, the sight of cheese melting off a pizza glimpsed through a passing window -- but so far no transgressions.
Today my vital signs continue to hold up, and my general health feels good. My tongue continues to be gross and gooey. The troubling sign is that I've noticed that there are three "zones" on my tongue that have not taken the mucus. My theory is that these are the cells on my tongue that have been burned to death by pizza. My mouth feels a bit chalky however, like someone emptied a chalk eraser into a glass of water and forced me to drink it.
One of the greatest insights of the fast for me has been experiencing life sans caffeine. I love coffee, and I can't remember a day in the last five years (before the fast) that I have used it. I have a caffeine addiction, no buts about it. Sure the highs are nice, but the crushing lows usually wreck my day. And right now, I am experiencing none of that. Just even-focus, even-energy, even-spirit. All day. Damn I miss my coffee buzz, but I'm beginning to wonder if it's worth it!
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