I’ve had a few folks comment here or there about fasting on Sundays. As in, I don’t have to.
I appreciate everyone’s helpful nature and concern, and skipping Sundays is something I have learned about over the course of my research. I’ve also read about eating an evening meal and several variations. I’ve been spending time in the Rules of St. Benedict and St. Francis, and both remain very general in many aspects of a monk’s livelihood–fasting is no exception.
I’ve also learned that when you break a fast, your body sorta kicks back to its old mode of functioning and you have two or three tough days to follow. I think this would be especially rough on an extended fast, doing this week after week.
The fact is: the rules for my fast are my own. I could drink bacon grease if I wanted to–it’s a liquid after all–but I’m just simplifying this whole landscape to beer and water unless my doctor starts pestering me with good cause.
The first three days of a fast are supposed to be the hardest, and I guess I’ve decided to do that only once. I have a feeling that if the monks of the 1600s broke their fast on Sundays, they didn’t break it with anything too substantive. They probably just pulled out their blender and threw together a yummy smoothie of some kind.
That’s what I have to look forward to. My son Tom makes a mean smoothie, and I’ll probably have those for Easter dinner and a day or two to follow.
Then, I’ll tuck into a bacon sandwich.
Cheers, all! And thanks for all the well-wishes. We tap the beer in about 6 hours. Hope to see you there if you’re local.