There's Your Sign

I have to say, I'm doing really well on my Fasting from Comfort.  I've been running EVERY morning, not a drop of coffee or alcoholic beverage has touched my lips.  And until last night at 7:11pm, when I without even thinking popped a strawberry into my mouth as we were cleaning up the kitchen after dinner, not a nibblet of food has passed these lips after the clock strikes seven.

But here's where it gets bad.  Tonight we were invited over to a High School Graduation party for a young man that I used to be a nanny for (I started watching him when he was only 18 months old).  The BBQ started at 6:30pm, and I knew that there was a good chance that food wouldn't be served until after my "pumpkin time."  So I snagged a half a tuna sandwich as we got in the car. I didn't want to s  t  a  r  v  e.  We arrived, and as I suspected, dinner wasn't yet being served.  

Later when they announced "we could eat" I had a choice to make-survive on the tuna smackeral I scarfed down an hour earlier or delight in a BBQ cheeseburger, grapes, and Jello salad.  I choose the latter- I thought God was feeling pretty understanding. I've been sooooo good.  It's just one dinner.  I won't have cake, I'm not imbibing in the Mike's Hard Lemonade.  Just one hot off the grill cheeseburger.

My first bite-bam, I splatter a huge dollop of ketchup and mustard onto my favorite capris.  I think I must have caught the wrong "vibe" from God.