Fasting

I failed my fast—not once, not twice, but three times. The funny thing is, I’ve done three-day fasts before, and they were a total breeze. But those were for health reasons. This time, I tried fasting for spiritual reasons and bruh… the resistance was real.

The entire time, my mind was consumed with food. No matter what I tried to focus on, my thoughts would somehow wander back to it. It was honestly so frustrating. Leaving the house only made it worse—being surrounded by restaurants was pure torture. Temptation around every corner.

I began the fast on Friday, fully confident I’d make it through three days. WRONG. I crumbled quickly and broke the fast. As I was eating, I told myself I’d start fresh on Saturday. But guess what? Failed again. On my way home, I spotted Pepe’s and thought, Ooh, maybe a California burrito… But I accidentally took the wrong turn and couldn’t get there. I laughed to myself, thinking, Maybe God doesn’t want me to eat Pepe’s. But then I passed my favorite bento spot—and the next thing I knew, I had parked, gone inside, and placed an order. No hesitation. No looking back.

Once again, I told myself, Alright, for real this time—Sunday is the day. But guess what? After church, I ended up eating a chicken sandwich. Did I regret it? Kind of. But also… that chicken sandwich was bomb LOL.

I seriously underestimated how difficult a three-day spiritual fast would be. I assumed it would be easy since my past fasts went so smoothly. Man, was I wrong. Looking back, I really should’ve prayed before starting—asking God for the strength to get through it.

Welp. Lesson learned. I’ll be reattempting the fast next month. Round two—lesgooo LMAO.