That’s really all you need to know. But of course I’ll tell you more. I broke it first with the vegetable broth that I was told I was supposed to eat. It was very garlicky..too garlicky…I will not be eating that vegetable broth again.

And then. at 11PM when a group of us couldn’t get into this full moon party that we had so badly wanted to attend, although the drum circle outside the party was just as cool, my partner in fast decided it was time to break his. So we went to the Moonstruck diner, in honor of the full moon, and I ate some more. This time it was matzo ball soup and half a grilled cheese. Even if it wasn’t the best grilled cheese in the world, it sure as hell tasted like it. I had been craving grilled cheese all week.

Then this morning we made french toast. Sort of a ritual to end the week of maple syrup. It was yummy and bready and now I’m thinking I ate too much. I realized I used to have an eating disorder. Not recently, but when I was growing up. When I went from a size 10 to a size 2 over one summer, and I got praise and recognition for my thinness, I never wanted to be “regular” again. It took me years to get over that, although some would argue that I still really haven’t. But still, now that I’ve fasted I can sense old habits dieing hard.

Anyway the bread was yummy. Eating is fun. I’m happy to have reconnected with food.

I’ve learned a lot. When I figure it all out, we’ll talk some more…