To Fast Well, Understand Hunger
I’ve spent about two-thirds of the Lents of the last few decades either pregnant or nursing. In other words, holding a get-out-of-fasting-free card. But since my late 40s just rolled around, I’m pretty sure I’m not going to draw that card again. Which is why I had to face the truth last Lent that I’m lousy at fasting.
My typical fast was a half English muffin in the morning, a small egg salad lunch and then a pasta and cheese dinner with some fruit and bread. In spite of plenty of fluids, there were still the headache, the tiredness, the constant