In the end I fasted for three and a half days instead of the four-day fast I originally planned. Sure I had to snack a bit, but I think I got the general idea. Here are my thoughts on the experience. (And here are my journal entries.)
Why am I fasting? Curiosity, mainly. If you want to know more, here’s the post in which I announced my fasting experiment.
I’m not going to eat for four days.
For the second year in a row, I am taking a personal retreat at the St. John’s Abbey Guesthouse. It’s nice to have a few days of quiet to relax, read, and reflect. Plus, CSB/SJU is a special place for me. My parents (and some of my aunts and uncles) were married there. I was baptized there. We lived in a dorm at St. Ben’s when I was a baby, and I bounced in the doorway in my Johnny Jump Up. I remember sitting on Sister Dennis‘s lap at a kick wheel in the pottery when I was 5 or 6 while she showed me how to throw a pot. And I always love sitting and talking with Father Rene. St. John’s feels a bit like home, even though I didn’t go to school there.
I’m not religious in the least, by the way, but I’m glad other people are so that places like St. John’s exist.
Anyway, this year I’m going to fast during my retreat.