I woke up this morning feeling wonderful. No sleep interruptions, no headache, no yucky taste in the back of my mouth.
I survived Day 1 of Jewish Lent, Take 2. Don’t forget though, that I survived Day 1 last time also, only to fail at dinner on Day 2.
Good news — we went to a party last night which was filled with alcohol everywhere you looked. What did I drink? Club soda. The first with lime, the second with lemon. I preferred the second, but both were refreshing and surprisingly delicious.
My son is supporting my decision. “It’s interesting to test your body,” he commented when I mentioned Jewish Lent to him last night.
He’s right. I don’t think I’ve ever gone thirty days without a drink, unless you count pregnancy, and that was just an out of body experience altogether for me, both times… nauseous every day, watching my body reshape itself in ways that I never imagined possible… though of course the end result was more than worth it both times, and I wish I had done it a third.
Well, if Day 2 is any indication, I feel good! Really good! We are heading down to the gym now to workout with our trainer. I have a lot of energy. I almost feel like I could run the marathon tomorrow.
Oh, and speaking of the marathon, tomorrow is going to be especially grueling since the clocks are falling back tonight. That means a 10:20 a.m. start for runners like me will actually be 11:20 to our body’s natural clocks. I would have fainted for sure. Good think I decided to take the year off. If this Jewish Lent thing works, though, I have a feeling you’ll see me running a marathon very soon.
Jewish Lent, Take 2: one day down, twenty nine days to go.