I don’t know just how I decided on this. But I wanted to try on one day, (yes the
second day) of this intermittent fasting bit, and go the full twenty-four
hours. I’ve decided the day to do that
is Tuesday. Monday’s too much with the
onslaught of work. Later in the week
I’ve disproportionately scheduled meetings, that are likely to involve food.
And this is
harder. Noon has come and gone. I can feel I’m ornery. I sense that I was short tempered during that
last call. Why is this person going on
and on? I get it, it get it. I’ve already had two bottles of San
Pellegrino water. I’ve already had
three cups of black coffee. It’s a manageable desire to eat, but the demand is
certainly growing louder.
After a nap around
3:00PM, I’m back up and its nearly 5:00PM.
Now I know I’ll be fine. Ninety
more minutes? Pah. Workable.
And appropriately my wife and I had plans for some time to head out to
dinner this evening with an old colleague who is in town visiting with his
family. I shower. Call the Di Di. Soon we’re off and I make one and then
another call, during the ride.
At the approach to
the Bei Gao entrance of the Airport Express Way, we grind to a halt. The only movement is from cars up ahead that
are turning around to flee the Express Way-bound congestion. I’m on a call but I text to our friends again
to say we’ll be late. Nothing is
moving. And then suddenly everything
moves with the utmost rapidity. And on the highway there is almost no traffic
to slow anyone. And it becomes clear
that we’d been held up by visiting government dignitaries whom the who city
just accommodated so they could sail by unencumbered.
Walking not long
afterwards, into the hotel lobby, heading to the elevator, I am trying to keep
cool about it. I don’t want to sit down
and act like a wolf. No one need know
that I’ve put off eating for the last twenty-four hours. And it is going to be really, really, nice to
enjoy the first bite of damn near anything that is put on this table.
Tuesday, 8/28/18
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