I decided to fast since midnight of 1st January 2020. It lasted for sixty-one hours. I ended it with a 500 ml fresh juice, which then led my body to respond promptly, by forcing me to race home and vacate my bowels. Apparently my stomach cannot handle crushed apple, mango, celery and orange. At home, a bowl of nuts and gooseberry jam set me straight. I also decided to go vegetarian for a whole year, as my resolution. Most resolutions I think are without consequence. People only carry around a fleeting guilty conscience about not following their goals for the year. I have decided to punish myself with 500 push-ups if I fail at my goal.
What used to be the thoughts of a gloomy introvert who wrote about himself and his crazy thoughts because he couldn't express them for shit in front of anyone is now about nothing.
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