I was restless. No matter how much I prayed or how hard I tried, I couldn’t find a rhythm for the fast. I couldn’t gather the resolve to refrain from foods I vowed I wouldn’t eat. One day I’d be successful and “holy” and the next I’d fall off the wagon without a thought. I stood miserable …
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