What the hell is sporadic fasting, you ask? I have no idea.
Lately, I have been engaging in acts of intermittent fasting. Tanya Tran claims I’m just using it as an excuse to skip lunch. In all seriousness, I worry for the future of anorexic teenagers who might use “intermittent fasting” as an excuse to not eat. Let’s hope not though.
In terms of sporadic fasting, I imagine Tanya just eats whenever the hell she wants to, based on her sleep and work patterns. Being a nurse and only working three nights a week gives her ample time to travel, hang out with friends, and sleep/eat whenever she wants.
I wish her the best of luck in her nursing practices as she eventually makes the big move to New York City, which will simultaneously give me an excuse to visit her and the Statue of Liberty. Same thing though.
Let’s hope we can still go Black Friday shopping in the future sometime, perhaps in New York City. Probably not though.
I finished another book called Flawed, which I liked quite much. Meaningful quote provided below:
“But I can understand now why people read, why they like to get lost in somebody else’s life. Sometimes I’ll read a sentence and it will make me sit up, jolt me, because it is something that I have recently felt but never said out loud. I want to reach into the page and tell the characters that I understand them, that they’re not alone, that I’m not alone, that it’s okay to feel like this.”
