I’m not eating meat or dairy until sometime in April. I started the fast yesterday. It’s the fourth of my life.
I’m not a big church goer, but the fast does coincide with lent. I guess it’s just a lot easier to do a fast when there’s a big shiny light at the end of the tunnel. In this case, that light is the meat orgy known as Easter supper at Aunt Sophie’s. There’s a lot of family and food and booze around. It’s a chance to catch up with people I haven’t seen in a long time, and load up on bbq’d back bacon, lamb, steak, cabbage rolls, and sausage.
People always tell me that after going several weeks without meat or dairy, eating that much in one sitting will make me sick. My response is always the same. I never get sick because I am a meat eating machine. Last year I woke up the next morning and felt all that meat sitting in a lump at the bottom of my stomach. I was a lumpy ball of bliss!
The other thing I find great about fasting is that my pallet opens up. If I’m not eating meat or dairy, I start to eat food that I would never otherwise consider. I also pay attention to the balance of my diet. I try to eat equal varieties of everything, not just protein or those vegetable things.