it’s funny, i thought ‘breaking the fast’ was going to be some sort of remarkable experience, but it was anticlimactic. for some reason i had this half cooked idea that the moment i put something whole in my stomach that the world was going to come to an end, or my stomach was going to revolt. something. but nope, i’ve had my last green juice for breakfast, and a half a pint of blueberries, an orange, and an avocado spread out whenever i felt the need to eat them, and i don’t feel crazy hungry or different. what i do feel though, is the urge to shovel mass amounts of food into me. not because i need to, but because i can. i just had a basic smoothie of cashews, banana, and some frozen fruit and i’m satisfied, but i’m wondering how long i can hold back a crazy gorge fest, or worse, a pile of fried food. wish me luck!