Many years ago, when a young teen, someone asked me had I fasted today. I told them that I had. They asked me how so, and I told them that when I was about to fetch a sugary treat, I was struck with the sudden notion that I should not do it, and should devote the time to God instead; so I turned from the pantry door empty-handed, went to my room, crouched in private beside my bed, and began to pray and read Psalm 3. I continued in this manner for a short time and did not eat anything for several hours, until our evening meal. The person I told this said that I had not fasted.