fasting failure

A day off. 

Two, in fact. 


Dry fasting is no joke. 

You have to be super prepared. 

My pulse was down 

in the 40s while resting. 

And I was dizzy at work. 

So I had snake juice 

And ate once I got home. 

I’ve been working so hard

So many long hours

I just was not ready. 

Back to OMAD. 

Here’s a question for you. 

If you were paid to sit in a chair. 

Would you take the job? 

Is it a dream job? 

Or a nightmare?

I can’t imagine how I feel

So mixed about this Hard Case. 

It’s like I’ve adopted someone’s 

Version of the truth 

About what “should” or shouldn’t be allowed. 

Like the old story of a borrowed goal. 

Two neighbors live side by side. 

One bought a boat. 

He and his whole family loved it

And used it every week. 

They couldn’t wait to use it. 

Soon enough, the neighbor 

bought a boat as well. 

His boat just sat there. 

They used it once or twice

A year. 

But it was like a burden. 

Their boat just took up space. 

See? The second guy 

really didn’t want a boat. 

He wanted something. 

Prestige? Competition?

I don’t really mind if the mom 

Takes advantage of me. 

Taking care of babies is easy enough. 

I don’t care what she does. 

Not in an apathetic way. 

I just really don’t mind

Anything she does. 

The case will end soon enough. 

The babies are getting better every day.