Today I got cocky. Did a two hour hike up a beautiful oak forested low mountain just outside of Dublin. And then I nearly caved. Again.
Halfway to the top of the mini-mountain I ate a raspberry by accident. I was so excited to see my first ever wild-raspberries that I completely forgot about the fast. If I had found any more I probably would have eaten them too. But it was by mistake so I think it’s okay.
And then my sister-in-law invited me to a bar-b-q. ‘If you want to break the fast’ she said in her text. I did want to break it but held on. I was even tempted to eat in McDonalds when my husband picked up a take away for himself and my toddler. That’s how hungry I was. The hunger monster in my belly was banging for attention. Loudly.
By 6 o’clock I was really craving food and wondering ‘why am I doing this anyway?’ Hitting at the edges of persuading myself out of going any further. I visited my sister-in-law’s house just for the company and there were glasses of prosecco on the go and people slagging me munching on the final bits from the bar-b-q. Kids were running around waving chocolate cookies in their hands. Taunting me.
Today was the toughest yet. I was really beginning to feel foolish and questioning the whole experiment of fasting for Ramadan even though I’m not Muslim. As consolation for the challenge I think to myself ‘ah surely I’ve lost a few pounds in the process’. But I’m not getting onto the scales to face the fact that probably – no!