Ramadan Day 7 - the day I shattered. Now, for those of you who know me, you'll be surprised to find out that it wasn't "food" that broke me, but "sleep." At 4:30 am the choice of getting up to eat my predawn breakfast or sleep...sleep actually won out. Needless to say I was ready to chuck that out the window and happily did so.
What were the lessons?
1. I love sleep and I'm willing to give up food for it.
2. I can go all day without eating and it is actually pretty easy.
3. It's really nice when the focus is drawn away from food and placed on something else.
4. I admire and respect Muslims for making it through Ramadan.
So, what next?
Don't know. Been crying over the Olympics a lot, wishing I was something I will never be. I know that I will ever be in the Olympics. Not even a remote chance. It's up there with being a ballerina or figure skater. I just wish I had that kind of drive.
And that, really is the ultimate summary. I am who I am. I love food, require sleep, love TV, love to read (both in the tub and not). I love shopping and travel and music. I love theatre and cinema. But I will never be driven it is not in my nature to be that focused and all things will come into my life like the gentle trickle of a small creek and not like the fast rushing river.
I am very proud of Team USA. I will cheer and admire you from my comfy couch while in my PJ's and devouring nacho's.
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