At the end of yesterday, I told myself I was looking forward to today. Why? Because it's a fast day. Crazy, I know, but I thought it would give me relief from my, how should I say, chronic overeating?
It's called Tzom Gedalia, translated to the Fast of Gedalia, commemorating the murder of the last governor of Judea (Israel), the righteous Gedalia Ben Achikam. He was so appointed by Nebuchadnezzar, king of Babylonia 2500 years ago, who had already exiled most of the Jews from Israel, but the tide had turned in Israel's favor until Gedalia was murdered.
Well, I'm miserable, as I should be. I mean, Gedalia didn't deserve his fate. By serving as governor, he inspired hope in the Jewish people that they could at least live in Israel, if not, at some point, regain sovereignty.
But that's not why I'm miserable. I'm miserable because I'm hungry. And now I'm feeling guilty about feeling hungry and not feeling sad because this was a bad day for my people.
At least until 7:44 pm. That's when the fast ends. Remember, Jews and foods rhyme for a reason.