I suppose there are several reasons why the act of fasting is so unattractive to me.
My upbringing, of course, has much to do with it. In my family, food is an opportunity to show love and an excuse to have friends and family around.
Food isn't just fuel, it's important enough to be particular about quality even if it means spending large amounts of time and money on obtaining and preparing it.
You all know about my sweet tooth. An anticipated trip to the bakery is sometimes all it takes to turn me from a grumpy-drawers into someone pleasant to be with. You also know about my inability to go more than about three hours without food, without getting Shaky, Grumpy and Weakly (the three hypoglycaemia dwarfs).
And this is why I felt so much suffering this morning, when I had to get some blood tests done for possible gestational diabetes.
It was one of those tests where you can't eat for about twelve hours prior. In the three and a half hours I was at the laboratory, I had blood drawn from my arm three times, one hour apart. Between 9.30 last night and 10.30 this morning, my food intake consisted solely of a glass of sickly sweet drink (part of the test) which made me feel nauseous. Nausea on top of severe hunger, on top of tiredness because I had to get out of bed half an hour early, is not a pleasant thing.
Between leaving the lab and getting to the bus stop, all of ten paces, I inhaled two small bananas, followed by a large cheese sandwich. I stopped shaking after I got to work and had a cup of tea and a meat pie.
I'm going to be so disappointed if the results come back positive.