Last night we reached the end of our 10 days of fasting. Michael stopped at the grocery store on his way home from school and he got home before I did. When I walked in, he had dinner cooking on the stove and a fresh bouquet of flowers on the table. At each of our places he put a candy bar and we drank our sweet tea from wine glasses! He also bought dinner rolls to have with our soup. It was a great way to break the fast. We found that neither of us could eat more than one bowl of soup. (In the past we would've each had two.) I thoroughly enjoyed my bread with butter - boy did that taste good! I only ate about half of my candy bar, though. It really did taste good, but I found I didn't really need or want the whole thing. It's really hard to listen to my body. My head told me that I wanted more soup because it was really good and I should get some more. But my stomach was full enough. I didn't need another bowl. Instead I'll have that bowl for lunch today.
I'm glad we did the fast. I feel like we learned a lot about ourselves and about our cooking. We found some new recipes that we like and we accomplished something together. We're talking about doing it again in a couple of months - maybe to correspond with the end of my teaching on the book of Daniel. We'll see.