Ramadan: Day 15

Ramadan is now officially more than half over.

I’d like to say that hunger, thirst, and my troublesome nicotine and Pepsi cravings (no, wait, that’s someone else) have not been the bane of my existence over the last two weeks, but that would be hogwash. Hunger still inhibits my ability to be productive at work. Thirst still haunts me at every turn on my walk to work. And, yet, I feel desensitized to it all. So I’m hungry? Suck it up, princess. A little thirst never hurt anyone, right?

The hardest part has been not being able to have a social beer. I see my friends cracking open a cold one in a seemingly seductive way, only to remember that I made a pact with myself not to touch the stuff for 28 days. And then there is my birthday, which is in a few days. One thing I know for sure is that there isn’t going to be a re-creation of my Indian birthday extravaganza. Could be worse, I suppose.

I guess I’ll just have to do it old-school and bring out the cookies and juice. Those parties are still fun, aren’t they?