My brother, you are older than me.  Do you still feel the pain of the scars that won’t heal?

Three years ago, when Jamila and I were “surviving” Nortel, she introduced me to the Daniel Fast.  Three weeks.  No animal products.  Whole grains only. No booze.  No sweets.

“In those days I, Daniel, was mourning three full weeks. I ate no pleasant food, no meat or wine came into my mouth, nor did I anoint myself at all, till three whole weeks were fulfilled.” Daniel 10:2, 3

She survived on veggie soup from Jason’s Deli as well as Frito’s and tortilla chips (they are whole grain, right?).  This was also the same time I had ordered Jason’s to be delivered and they forgot the lettuce on my salad.  Seriously.  I was just an innocent bystander to the fast at the time, but this year I somehow made a promise that I would join her. 

I am right at the halfway mark of my sober-sugarless-vegan trial.  It’s not been as easy as I was hoping.  January 1 was cake.  It all sounded like a marvelous idea at the time, especially given I’d had my share of vodka the night before.  A cleansing of the system for New Years.  What better way to kick off 2010? 

Fast forward to now, after multiple nights drinking water in a bar, every night ordering a grilled chicken salad (sans the chicken) for dinner at work,  and missing out on Elvis’ birthday cake.   It’s not the most glamorous life imaginable, but I have learned to really enjoy Amy’s California “Burgers”.  And I made a pretty sweet tofu smoothie this morning.  I will say I am amazed at the number of faux meats that Whole Foods carries.  Burgers, roasts, tamales, you name it.  When I see all these things on the aisles, it kinda makes me giggle.  Anyone want to have tofurkey at Thanksgiving next year?

In the meantime, I’m going to pull through.  I do feel a protein void in my life.  I honestly can’t wait to kill a grilled chicken breast.  Most likely I will eat it with my hands and dip it in ketchup like a little kid.  Also, I seem some chocolate in my future.  As well as beer, vodka and wine.  Oh my.

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