Day of rest. Went to church. Fast Sunday. Was careful afterwards to drink first, and then eat slowly to avoid upsetting the stomach with too much food. The need for moderation after not eating for some time reminded me of a story my aunt told me about my paternal grandfather.
He was arrested and imprisoned in during the Stalin's purges in 1938. He worked as a statistician for the statistical ministry in the Soviet Union and apparently somebody did not like him. He was told to plead guilty to the fabircated accusations or else they threatened to go after his wife as well. So he plead guilty. Being naturally of somewhat poor health and small stature, he was found not fit for the hard labor and his ability with numbers was considered good enough to be an accountant at the labor camp in some place far north near Arkhangelsk (City of Archangels) . This spared his life. After 18 years he came out in 1956.
He was placed in a hosptal to recover. Next to him in the room was recovering a man from Georgia (now the country by the Black Sea, back then a Soviet republic). His friend received a package from home. Georgia has a very fertile land, so the package had a lot of good food. He offered to share with my grandfather. But my grandfather remembered the doctors' orders to use moderation as the body was not yet accustomed to this much food. So he ate either only a little bit or nothing at all. His friend feasted on the meal. This proved fatal - his friend's stomach was not used to this much food and he died.
So I remembered the importance of moderation.