It’s the evening of Day 1 of the juice fast. My best friend, Laura, just stopped over with her kids. She mentioned that they were going to her mother-in-law’s house for dinner.  THEY’RE HAVING PIZZA HUT FOR DINNER. I typed that in caps because I’m overcome with jealousy right now. I could seriously cry right now… over food. Now I feel pathetic too. Maybe I need to do a little research on the emotions people experiencing during a fast. I’m sure all of this is normal. Also, I haven’t left the house today because I’m afraid I’ll find myself in a drive-thru. Can you imagine?

I don’t know if I’ve ever thought about the social aspect of eating. A typical Saturday night for Mike and I would be either cooking something amazing or going out to dinner. I feel like we need to get the wine glasses out for our next juice meal so it can feel fancy. We were invited to a birthday party tomorrow afternoon, but how am I going to resist party food and cake? CAKE!!!! And then the thought of Monday where I’ll go back to work and be out of my controlled environment. I’ll watch my office mates eat their lunches. That just seems like too much to take right now.

I can do this. I know I can. It’s three days and one of them is almost over. I think I need to cozy up with my bible and let God work through this fast. I’m pretty sure it’s the only way I’m not going to give up.