All over my Facebook feed today everyone is fasting. As in not eating for a day or two to like, get their minds straight or whatever about everything that is happening right now.
If I mention that I am feeling a little blue or things seem helpless, the first thing that happens is a friend or two pops one of those sweet little square images about how people from all backgrounds and all walks of life are coming together in a time of fast, and I should join.
Look, let me get real with you for a second– I get what many might call Hangry. I once got skinny, and you know what else I got? Divorced. That’s what.
Maybe you are one of those people that can control your emotions when you’re hungry, or maybe you just have super strength and willpower right now, but that would be impossible for me.
This whole being cooped in our houses with nowhere to go thing is hard for me.
I work from home full time, but I make it a point to leave my home every day, to get dressed and do a little something for myself.
And I am still having trouble dealing with the being trapped. If I imposed MORE restrictions on myself and gave up eating for a day I would break. That would be my tipping point.
In a time where we have lost all our freedoms, and most of our hope while we are sitting inside staring out the windows, please understand that the last thing I need is a day of also being hungry as hell. That will not make me feel better. That will not give me clarity.
It will give my husband an aneurism. That’s what it would do. So, don’t tell me that it’s the answer to all the world’s problems right now.
Cope however you want, but don’t bring me in with that crap.
If you need me, I will be binge watching Gilmore Girls. Again. And there will be snacks.