I want to talk about some things that have nothing to do with the kids. My personal junk.
Earlier today I began to get that Sunday panic feeling. The chest tightening feeling that comes along with the racing thoughts of Monday morning. Once I get to work I’m fine. I don’t even know what it is exactly that stresses me out so bad. I know it doesn’t excite me. I dread it every week. I want to look forward to what I do on Mondays.
This week is also going to be a little harder because my church is starting our annual Daniel’s Fast. We are doing a modified version so it will last for 14 days instead of the full 3 weeks.
“In those days I, Daniel, was mourning three full weeks. I ate no pleasant food, no meat or wine came into my mouth, nor did I anoint myself at all, till three whole weeks were fulfilled.” Daniel 10:2, 3
Below are a few links to other blogs/websites that go into detail on what foods one can/can’t eat when on this type of fast.
Fasting in general is difficult. It’s a sacrifice. It’s not eating, drinking or participating in what you normally would for a purpose. The goal for me is to get my body and mind under control. Self-control is not something I have a whole lot of.
I am addicted to sugar. Seriously…I thought it was caffeine alone but looking into this further I think the amount of sugar I intake daily is more of an issue.
I remember when I got pregnant with Aaron I tried to cut out the caffeinated drinks. After 3 days of no soda I started vomiting from withdrawals. I have vivid memories of that day because I got it all in my hair. I know…nasty.
While I’m on this topic I should probably admit that a big reason why my oldest is so hyper probably has a lot to do with the amount of junk I ate while pregnant. On the way to my first ultrasound (9 weeks) I ate a package of Nerds and washed them down with a can of Mt. Dew. Normally during your first ultrasound you can’t really see a whole lot of action. The baby is so tiny and he/she kind of looks like a little peanut on the screen. Well, my little buddy was “cracked out”. The nurse was pretty shocked because we could clearly see his two little feet moving quickly back and forth. He’s eight now and he hasn’t stopped moving.
So I’m nervous. I don’t want to turn into a raging lunatic. I suppose that’s why the Bible talks about PRAYER and fasting together. If I don’t find my prayer life this is going to be rocky 14 days for the Mellix family.