I didn’t take very good care of myself today.
Fasting forces me to realize how important that is. Today I ended up going to a flea market in the East of Berlin. It was in a neighborhood that is just starting to get gentrified, so they have a nice mix of really exotic beautiful things and kitschy crap. So I bought a nice mix of exotic beautiful things and some kitschy crap, some frankincense from Yemen,
a beautiful mixed incense called Ritual, three handmade silk pillow cases
, a large sunflower painting
, and a Marc Ecko designed Star Wars hoodie with Yoda clutching a scared heart as the logo. 
Went from Clarity, Focus, and Emotional Stability to Delirious, Moody, and Just Plain Exhausted
Unfortunately I wasn’t planning on flea market shopping, and I ended up have to run to another appointment and didn’t get home until eight in the evening. This is really a reduced calorie cleansing, not a zero calories fast. I’m ‘eating’ about 250ml of organic vegetable juice twice a day at first around noon and normally another around six thirty in the evening. And that hour and a half really made a difference after running all over Berlin today. I acted down right loopy at my meeting I had to rush to make. By the time I got home, I felt delirious, moody (not too out of the ordinary, but different from the previous days fasting), and just plain exhausted. I’ve eaten some soup, played some guitar, and cuddled a bit with my honey since then, so I feel quite a bit better. But nowhere near the levels of clarity, focus, and emotional stability I had been feeling.
“Fasting… That’s a great drug.”
Days five, six were excellent and so was most of today . I told someone today at my meeting today that I was fasting as an excuse for my loopiness, who responded, “Fasting… That’s a great drug.” The comment really disturbed me because I have to admit that I do these fasts twice a year to alter my mood. In an emergency, I automatically know what to do I get very calm, clear and focused, maybe it’s my military training. I don’t know. Without a crisis, I can be quite distracted, focusing on various internal and external phenomena (Was that girl staring at me? What did I have for breakfast? Oooh look shiny…). After the fourth day, fasting tends to put me in that place of zen, very little internal dialogue, clear decision-making, and focused action. I guess I prefer my mood be survival mode; indecision is torture.
Really Important to Take Care of Ourselves
My honey finished her fast the day before yesterday. It was her first fast, and today she tried some frozen pizza and realized for the first time the effect on her body and her mind. Earlier today she said she was full after a small bowl of vegetable soup and a little couscous. But this evening she still wasn’t full after half the pizza. Then she got sad. It hard watching my honey get sad, pointing at random events and circumstances in her life as the reason though most of them had made her happy on other occasions. During our cuddle, she was very accepting when I tired to explain that the come down off the sugar rush from the pizza dough that was the problem, not her life entire life really.
Center of Gravity
As I’ve come out about my fasting practice, I’ve heard tales of anorexia nervous, confessions of problems not wanting to come off fasts, and today’s comment about fasting being a drug. I have to admit I have a bunch of spiritual journeymen for friends, many of them had tried fasting. I got quite a few “Wow”s, quite few “I missed my last fast,” quite few “good for you’s.” But the negative comments were quite chilling. I had planned to go seven to ten days. Today is not a good day to decide, too volatile. I’ll wake up tomorrow and decide if I go for eight or nine. Either way it’s one day at a time from here on out.