Today is the first day of my 2 day fast for Darfur. I joined last week thinking it would be a good way to assuage my liberal guilt with the added advange of losing weight. Also it gave me a good excuse to go to the dollar store and buy a box of malted milk balls and eat the whole thing.
It is 10:17 a.m. I have been up since 7. I am amazed and horrified to learn how much I depend on food to schedule my day. I am obsessing over the idea of tea. I have tried every stragedy I can conceive of to convince myself that one cup of Lapsoung Sousong with milk and sugar does not count as food.
I am embarresed to admit that I have even thought what the hell ....no one will ever now what you do....it isn't as if you are being monitored. Except I am. By me.
I feel like somewhere along the way I have lost my radical roots. There are good things about this , I definetly am happier .But then again cows appear happy too.
