It’s been two and a half days, and despite the addition of toast and tea to my fasting regimen yesterday (I started on day one with just water), I am considering breaking my fast early.  When I think of how long others have or are fasting, I feel like a failure. 

Does eating today mean that I am not as committed to the cause as the people who inspired me? Or is it a reflection on just how important food is to the human experience?

Food nourishes our bodies, but it is also a way of nourishing the soul. Cooking for family, sharing a celebratory meal, exploring new foods with a toddler — all of these can be a source of joy and human connection.  Perhaps that is what I am truly hungering for, more than actual food.