Done and done

12:30 rolled around today with little fanfare. I arrived at Mark's at about 12:32, we headed over to Fresh Choice, and very, very cautiously ate for the first time in over 72 hours.

Worried that our stomachs might rebel, we started slowly with a bottle of juice and just one plate of healthy salad-like substances. Taking a sip of juice, I felt my body start to tingle and a wave of some indescribable feeling passed through me. Taking a bite of salad, then another, I waited a few minutes to see what would happen. I felt normal, but I could tell my stomach was trying to figure out what to do with this substance it hadn't seen for so long.

Within moments I already felt my head starting to clear up. I finished off my plate of various salads. Cautiously, I then ate a bowl of soup. Then a piece of cheese pizza. Then a blueberry muffin. Then a plate of macaroni and cheese and rice. And another piece of pizza.

Is it possible that the transition can be this smooth? 72 hours of fasting and then back to normal?

And so it ends. Ultimately, I didn't reach an altered level of consciousness. I didn't discover any deep truths about myself or about life. I don't feel closer to understanding any universal truths. But I did it - 72 hours with only water and my mind to sustain me.