1st day is always the worst
I’m dying for something to drink, anything. I’ve got a headache. I’m starving. And the worst part is I know that it’s only going to get worse until tomorrow morning when I have breakfast. After that, I’ve got to “move” my meal back during the day. So the plan for the next few days is breakfast Thursday, lunch Friday and dinner Saturday. That helps so that the next time I’ve got something that will heavily tax me, I can move up the next meal the following day to get by.
But just like anything where one goes cold-turkey, the first day is the worst. I start with the highest level of fasting on the first day, drop into an overly aggressive fasting to move it back in the day over the next few days before I can settle into a routine of having dinner every night.
So far, my crys for relief from God are still few and far between as my mind is more likely to crave than pray. Say a prayer with me, will you?:
God, help me to find the strength you have provided me to fast. Forgive me my sins and help me to remember those in need who are hungry through no fault of their own. Give me the grace to fast as Christ reminds us: “When you fast, do not look gloomy like the hypocrites. They neglect their appearance, so that they may appear to others to be fasting. Amen, I say to you, they have received their reward. But when you fast, anoint your head and wash your face, so that you may not appear to be fasting, except to your Father who is hidden. And your Father who sees what is hidden will repay you.” (Matt. 6:16-18). Amen