20 days of fasting finished!

Hello all,
First of all, in no way do I want this to sound glorifying to myself.  My decision to fast was not to loose weight or to make myself seem like a "better" Christian or any ridiculous thing like that.  And the only reason I am blogging about it is to share my experiences and what I have learned about who food.  So please take it for what it is and don't throw me a little party now that I am done. 

Wow, where do I begin.  So as you know I have only been eating beans, rice, potatoes, green beans, broccoli, bananas, oranges, coffee and milk for the past 20 days.  Well actually it wasn't 20 consecutive days, I decided to eat over Easter weekend what my family was eating and then there was one other day where I ate "normal" food.  But it was 20 complete days over the span of about 24 days. 

The first week was definitely the hardest.  About Day 3 I was not having a good day.  And all I wanted to do was eat chocolate. Kind of funny, but seriously.  As a woman, we always joke that chocolate makes us feel better and makes us feel comforted.  But that was only a joke right?  No it wasn't only a joke, at least not for me.  For about an hour that day, I could only think about either eating chocolate or calling a long distance friend.  But it probably literally took me a good 30 minutes to actually say "Oh yeah I should turn to God instead of these other things".  I was disappointed in myself that I thought about chocolate before I thought about God.  And that is when I started to actually see my dependence on food.  I put it up on a pedestal in a place where it shouldn't belong. 

And then I continued to fast...as days went on I started to get really sick of that stuff.  Yeah it all that food doesn't sound bad, but when you eat it day in and day out, you really get sick of it.  So after just a few days I had already started to hate my food.    And then God taught me that I was being ridiculous.  I cannot hate the food that is in front of me.  It is nutritious, tastes decently good, and is filling.  In no way do I have a right to hate my food.  It is such a blessing that I even get food in the first place.  There are so many people all over the world who don't get food regularly.  They live their lives not knowing the next time they will be able to eat, but I do.  Everyday around 9 am, 1 pm, and 6 pm.  I am so incredibly blessed to never have to worry about it.  So after hating my food for about 2 days, I decided that I needed to love it!  I had to do a little pep talk to myself for a few days about how this food does actually taste pretty good and how it is satisfying.  So, praise God, I started to enjoy it again.

I have learned so much but I feel like I need to take a little breather, so more to come later!