Week Three!!

Two take-aways:

1. Self-control. Fasting is more about self-control more than it is about not eating food. Food was meant to serve us. Too often we get that backwards. Remember that what you are learning is that you do not need food as much as you think you need.

2. Feed your mind, not your belly. When you find yourself thinking about food, busy yourself with a project. Find something that will demand your focus–to keep you from fuzzy thinking.

“Metaphysical Realism”

“Metaphysical Realism”

Talk to assuage the guilt
Feign to answer questions
Our lips move
Our hearts stirred.
By some transcendent necessity to explain the why
We plot
We plan
We put tuxes on corpses while formaldehyde fills their veins
Mimicking life.

We give detailed reasons to the unsolvable problems, and
Think that talking will make it disappear into ethereal unworthiness
To have to contemplate no more
He’s a muslim. She’s a jew. They’re the christians. He’s just a buddhist. She’s just a hindu. They’re all just haters and atheists and agnostics and democrats and republicans and tories and royalists and tribalists and parochial and small-minded and narrow-minded and. . .
relegated to meaningless.
Inhuman.
Identified by a banner than by an image that stares us in the face
They’re answers mean nothing to the high-minded (and high-browed) metaphysical questions we have humbled ourselves before. The mighty towers of alabaster and granite and powers that be. The unknowable that we have erected as known and dissected.

Disregard their embrace of the
Wilting paralytic
and the embryonic malnourished
and the frightening plague
of ignorance and fear and the academy.
Disregard the blood they have spilt and the ulcers they’ve endured
For not rhetorical worry, but real worry.
Real concern for the real flesh and the real blood
that covers their face.

Go on and plot and plan and answer and postulate
Stay on your high-browed and high-minded cloud in the sky
We’ll give our lives and sweat and worry and flesh and blood
You stay up there and pontificate why we’re all useless and vain and proud.
Look down from your perches and tell us we’re stupid and not thinkers and not lovers of wisdom
We’ll figure out a way to reset this leg
to stop this violence
to bind up the brokenhearted
to free the captives–
Lay down our lives to provide the answer you seek.

The Night Cannot Hold My Heart

The night cannot hold my heart
It lures me into the recesses of doubt and despair
It calls and promises for naught
It wraps me in cold warmth and fear

I feel its grasp soothing yet inescapable
The pain of regret and “what-ifs” and “What gives?”
I swat at the arms of hope and help
Believing they want to condemn my sin

Why does not darkness offer comfort and rest?
Why does she seem like an unsullied friend?
Like a buzzing fly and persistent pest
She burns my wick to its inevitable end

No, the darkness cannot hold my heart
Because I don’t have it to give
It was taken from me from the start
Of my bane-filled life before I began to live

Tomorrow is the Day We Kick It Up a Notch

Friends,

Tomorrow we will enter into the crazy portion of the FatKicker Program. We will start our 40-44 hour fast. No calories. And, please, no diet sodas or 0 calorie food. Chemicals do not have calories, but they are still ingested into your system. And who knows what that is doing to you? Really, a question. Do you know what it does to you? If you have found some good research on this, please put in the comments.

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Bullets from the video:

1. Make a gallon of tea tonight. I make blueberry flavored green tea.

2. Buy some Glutamine.

3. Keep moving. Don’t give in to being sedentary. Just go on an easy walk.

Matthew S. Wireman | Life & Theology