THE MISADVENTURES OF AN ESOTERIC INVESTIGATOR

Ok everyone, you can stop applauding now, thank you, thank you.
I completed my 72 hours of fasting, abstinence, and meditation. I lost 9 pounds, but no great spiritual revelations to report, but I did learn quite a bit about the relationship between the mind and the body. And let me tell you this: The Body is a Stubborn Bitch. It wants what it wants and if wants it NOW! No, not in 72 hours. It wants it NOW GOD DAMMIT! But now we know who is the Boss. No, it has nothing to do with Tony Danza and Judith Light. My friend Maya told me that if I can do this, then I can do anything. I certainly hope she's right. And I must have done something 'remarkable' because everyone I've talked to has said they could never abstain from everything for 72 hours. I had one guy tell me he thought only women fasted. What the fuck does that mean? and then he goes, "Is that some sort of Buddhist thing?"

It's the morning and I have not eaten in 30ish hours. I am starving. I am fully aware of how much the body can influence thought. It's ridiculous. Everytime I see something that even reminds me of food, I can feel my stomach reach up and throttle my brain, grab control of my movement functions and try to reach my hand out to grab the suspected food item and shove it down my gullet. I feel very light, not as in weight, but as in attachment to my body right now. My whole body has a sort of fuzzy buzzing going on about it, almost as if my 'aura' had suddenly kicked up a notch. I'm feeling oddly creative and ostensibly tired. I'm about the run the wee lad to school, and after that take a nice long vacation to SleepyTime DreamLand, lest I succumb to the temptation of food. Of course my roommate chooses yesterday to do shopping, so there's a fridge and pantry just full of yummy morsels. Fuck.