The cinnamon challenge. If you didn’t know about it before, no doubt you’ve heard of it by now: It’s a big YouTube phenomenon where you swallow a spoonful of cinnamon and record it for posterity so that people the world over can see what a moron you are—and then try to replicate it themselves so they, too, will go down in YouTube infamy.
Ted often accuses me of picking something up on a whim—be it a new hobby or a new coffee table—and abandoning it just as quickly. Well, will he have to eat crow now, because I have entered my third week of fasting and in fact am finishing up yet another fast day as I write this! I mean, someone will have to eat it, because I can’t. I’m fasting.
For those who did not read my post the other week about this, let me fill you in:
First off, I realize that you are probably not an A-hole. I think the fact that you were an older bald gentleman in a suit who, from what I could see in my rearview mirror, looked genuinely perplexed as to why I was stopped at a green light helps your case a little.
But seriously. Are you suffering from declining eyesight, or could you not see through my effing windshield that there was an effing bus just past the intersection that had stopped to let off passengers? Have you not heard of this concept called “Don’t Block the Box”?
I told my brother that I fasted yesterday—or, more accurately, that I severely limited my eating to about 500 calories’ worth of food.
His response: “Why, were you sick? You couldn’t keep anything down?”
Which might demonstrate how much food means to my family. Or maybe it demonstrates how familiar my brother is with how much food means to me…
In point of fact, I was not sick yesterday. I actually did not eat on purpose.
That’s right. I chose to not eat. (Technically it’s more accurate to say, “I chose to eat only 500 calories,” but that doesn’t sound nearly as dramatic as “I chose to not eat.”)