Posted on May 1st, 2007
by
Beck
Can't you just have a nice piece of fruit?
Fasting has long been part of my spiritual practice so I'm used to such questions but I still get surprised sometimes how consistently weird people can get about fasting. While I'm happy to blog about it here for the purpose of exploration, support, education, and entertainment, I tend to keep the fasting quiet among friends and family. It's a very intimate practice that doesn't require or benefit from casual discussion. Besides, there's no convincing some people that not eating solid food for a prescribed period of time can be a good thing.
While I began fasting in my 20's to lose weight, I accidentally happened upon the power of it to connect with the deepest parts of myself and opened to a whole new world that included a direct experience of the divine. Grace engaged my vanity for the sake of my soul.
This particular fast is, in part, for healing. I'm utilizing juices and supplements to support my body in digesting the uterine fibroids that have caused me to be very severely anemic for the last 10 years. I'm a hairball away from having a hysterectomy but since I'm also a hairball away from menopause I'm trying some other options to avoid another surgery. Two and a half years ago I had a very minimally successful myomectomy which caused more complications than resolutions. Acupuncture and a raw-live diet have been the most helpful strategies for shrinking the fibroids so far.
And expressing myself! Which, being a narcissistic, deeply sensitive 4 on the enneagram and 33/6 in Millman's life purpose system, means it ain' the easiest thing in the world for me to do with grace. I feel A LOT, but withhold it out of fear of criticism, disappointing or alienating others, etc. Nice, huh?
Interestingly enough, fibroids are correlated with holding back expression in relationship and the world. Who'd have thunk? But is that really true? For me?
Before I even considered getting a PhD I was working on a book about an integral approach to weight loss. That's 20 years. Human years, not dog years. No, it's not writer's block - I have enough written for 10 books - it's finisher's block. I'm a perfectionist and have an inner critic that rivels the nastiest dictator our world has ever known. In other words, I dive into a self-induced shame binge when I receive criticism. And even before another soul can read a single word I overly complicate the creation process and confuse myself with impossible standards to avoid the possibility of criticism before I even begin. Even simple constructive criticism can be fatal. Like, "Becky, that should be a colon instead of a semi-colon" can send me into a whirl of revising a whole chapter.
I wish I were exaggerating more.
Fasting has always been a way for me to lovingly confront myself - bullshit habits and essence both. It provides a powerful and direct encounter with the truth. While I squirm a lot in the beginning, kind of like that uncomfortable stage after taking the red pill or the psychedelic when awareness is reluctantly breaking free from it's usual ground of perception, I know the relief of freedom and expansion await me on the other side.
This is Day 1 of 92. I'll say more about why 92 days and the process later if anyone is curious. But for now, I'm just putting it out there.
Of course, I'd like your support. But even more I'd like to be able to stay with myself and keep writing the truth whatever comes.
I'm sure some will cry disordered eating (that's my area of specialty) or some other judgement about my mental, emotional, or physical soundness. And heaven forbid, someone calls me GREEN! It's bound to happen cuz there's still a lot of green in here.
Where I am right now is that even though I'd love something to eat I am feeling very grateful for opportunity to do this. For a variety of reasons, it has been nearly 3 years since I last fasted and my longing is huge. Rather than beginning some grueling torturous experiment in deprivation, it is a precious time of simplicity and concentrated nutrition which, unfortunately, cannot last forever, so I choose to enjoy every moment of my 92 days.
We'll see what the web will provide in terms of fasting weirdness, and the blog version of "Can't you just have a nice piece of fruit?" Regardless, the bottom line is . . . yes, I can but I'd rather enjoy this.
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