Finally, done with the things like my walk, winter clothes out, and summer put away. Hey, did I tell you I’ve managed another 36+ hour fast? I’m pretty jazzed about that. It has taken me a LONG time to get to this point. I decided Sunday is best for the day to skip food. It gets more of a spiritual feeling as I try to find which things to focus my thoughts on. And just like the fast I did with my husband for his procedure last week, I find the hours 24 and 25 the most difficult. After that, it is a piece of cake. I broke that fast with two slices of bread with butter and one egg. And I didn’t get sick from it! Yay!
The fall progress picture was taken after my walk.
So on to my #Inktober submission and a continuation of the story.
“Crystal, wake up!” Her fan was shaking her.
“Go away. Let me sleep!” Crystal groaned. Then she rolled over. She was cold. She pulled on her hood and stuck her hands in her pockets. “Oh, it’s over?”
The fan was surprised. “Yeah. What was all that? Was it real?” The fan held out her hand. “Cindy, by the way. My name is Cindy.”
Crystal took Cindy’s hand and allowed Cindy to help Crystal to her feet. “Hi, Cindy! What happened?” Crystal knew. But each of her helpers experienced these things far differently from what Crystal knew as the truth.
“Were you a lizard? Who killed the guard? And should we go help that guy?” Cindy asked and pointed to another corner where a barrel seemed to be calling out with a hand waving. “And what is that sour smell?”
Crystal sniffed the air and wrinkled her nose. “Ew! Yeah. What is that?”
Crystal and Cindy walked toward the barrel. As they got closer, the word ‘Pickles’ gave them the odor’s origin. “They must be rotten pickles.” Crystal stated. She reached into the barrel and pulled out a man in a soggy green uniform. A puffy sopping hat was in his other hand.
“William! How did you get in here?” Crystal asked.
“There was a huge wind. It blew off my hat. The hat fell into the barrel. I had to go in and get it. But that was when I got stuck. I’m so glad you found me before I was pickled.”
Crystal laughed. She understood how all this happened. She wanted to hug her friend, but, ick! “Let’s go back to my trailer, and I’ll explain it all to both of you.
After you shower and change into clean clothes, that is. You’re quite the guard, Will! And you were put into quite the pickle!” She laughed again.
Darswords 
36 hours fast is amazing!
I’m pretty happy about it. I’ve been working on this since January. Mostly I got as far as 16 hours fast with 8 eating. That seemed the best I could do for a long time. My A1C is nearly normal now. The weight is fading away.
I’m so happy for you.
Thank you! ❤
You’re welcome
Ugh, it’s Oct 13 and almost 80 degrees outside…I feel a change coming! Some rain tonight may hopefully cool us off a bit.
Hey! Good for you, is it my imagination, or is your bitmoji evolving with your weight loss? 🤗
Ew! 80! Although a couple days ago I would have welcomed it I was so cold. Maybe as our cold system heads east with the jetstream you’ll cool down a little. It’s been raining overnight. There were snowflakes mixed in that didn’t stick. The humidity makes it warmer so I guess I’m happy with rain rather than snow.
Yes. Thank you. I decided to let my emoji reflect weight loss and hair growth. I finally gave her more comfortable yet functional clothes and shoes to reflect and inspire more exercise in my life. The emojis are fun.