Ramadan Diaries

Here’s a brief summary of my Ramadan experiences to this point:

Sunday, 8:30AM – I totally cheated. Should’ve been up at 4:30 for breakfast, but I caved and had it at 8:30.

11:00AM – Hmmm…I’m not going to be eating lunch today, nor will I be eating for the next 7 hours at the minimum. Stomach, don’t fail me now.

12:30PM – Blood-sugar levels are dropping and concentrations levels have waned to the point of non-existence. I’m starting to adopt the head-bob strategy to pass the time at work. If I just close my eyes for a second…

2PM – Pain has now entered the equation. But that has been numbed by the feeling of sucking exhaust fumes from the back of a bus. Hallucinations are occurring frequently and I was really prepared to fight Brian (a co-worker) for the steak in the corner.

3PM – Yay. I get to go home. But what does that even mean?

4PM – Asleep on the couch.

6:30PM – Iftar!!! Time to eat. Kebab, kofta, bread, tahina, salad…way too much food. Props to Tom on a legendary bargaining job.

Monday, 1AM – My last chance to eat before crashing. Food and drink has never tasted so good.

9AM – I’m doing it for real this time. Only 9 more hours before I can eat…and drink.