Not in terms of persistence, or possessing a burning white-heat or desire to achieve an specific goal, but literally hungry. No television. No radio. No sex. No FOOD!!! The Lord said that if, "we get involved with his business, then he will get involved with our business". This is the second "fast" I have ever endured and it more than likely will not be the last. Nevertheless, the NO FOOD clause is overwhelmingly the most difficult to master. Some eat to live, but I live to eat. My right shoe has subconsciously transformed itself into a jumbo-size State Fair Corndog with all the trimmings. The daily planner has become remarkably similar to a children's personal pan cheese pizza. The powerful scent of golden crisp-cut french fries was distinctly present punching through various emails. For a brief moment, serious consideration was taken when determining if the small-vile of cologne resting on desk was a bottle of Apple Juice or just merely a fragrance accessory. Even my toothpaste taste out of this world. But the sacrifice must continue because the results have been and continue to be paramount to my success. T-minus 48 hours.
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