It's getting darker

I want to post. Really. But I'm so weak. My fingers can hardly type. The world is a dismal gray this morning.

Did I mention I'm fasting? Not even for a good cause, like a hunger strike to bring attention to the suffering of sea life or those whose netflix bill just increased eight dollars. For insurance purposes. The indignity. As if being denied that which nourishes me isn't torture enough, they are going to weigh me.

I hate being weighed. I have dreaded doctors appointments my whole life for that very reason. The final stab in my gut is that I always weigh more when I fast. It's like my body goes into starvation mode the second I deny it a meal and holds onto every piece of fat and water like it's been three months, not nine hours. It's pretty near impossible to get me to go twelve.

So all you get out of me this morning is a beacon of hope. That's what it looks like to me anyway.

you know you want to make it too