I am just now on the final hour of a 24-hour fast, and it’s not the first time, although it’s been a long while since I last did it.
And it gave me this minor epiphany: When you take something like food away, you notice the way you use food and the emotions you normally attach to it.
When abstaining from food I miss the comfort of it, and emotions I would normally not notice surface. It’s interesting.
For me food is something I’ve always had available when I wanted it, and a fair selection of different foods at that. This is normal for me because I’m privileged and have been born in an affluent part of the world. And for that I’m thankful.
But now I’m really hungry, so I’ll go eat instead of write here.
Then I’ll think some more.