Have you ever had a cat and watched it crawl into something like a paper bag?
The animal is curious enough to casually slip into the bag, sniff around and kick back and enjoy what it has discovered. Total comfort; not intimidated, no sign of fear, just a new place to rule.
We can compare this scenario to me (the animal) and the fasting process (the paper bag). I am anxious to start, at home with the whole plan, and I have ditched my vices as of this morning until what will be May of this year at the earliest.
Now take that same cat/animal (ME) in the "bag" (aka... self imposed limitations of fasting), and ever so quietly sneak up to that bag and grab the opening and close it up...
BAM "FISH ON"!...you got yourself a fight for life and limb, nothing but claws and claustrophobia. The "Reptilian brain'' is awakened and survival is at hand.
Arrrgh, I am going to die! (screamed in the voice of Sam Kinison )
Get me outta here!
Help! Somebody is trying to kill me!
Oh... that's right... I just voluntarily gave up coffee, beer and whatever (freedom) for the next 3 months so that I can feel whole again.
Heh Heh, I uh, like... just scared myself. I think I am a prisoner in my own mind.
Decaf anyone?
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