But here's the question I've been asked a few times in the past day or so, both by comment and by email; "How'd it go?" Well for those who are curious ... Here are two most simple points.
- I am absolutely going to be doing this again. I love the way my body feels strong while I'm fasting. My muscles flex faster, harder, stronger. I wake up actually feeling energetic and alive, not tired and over-worked.
- My moods are more stable because I am a carb addict, and fasting has really brought to light the different ways that simple carbs affect me. But that's another post.
"Mmmm, cheese. I don't like the way that processed stuff tastes, but some good cheese would be good. And bread. I could make grilled cheese ... maybe with ham on it! Or fried bologna. And an egg. Mmmm."
And then I would just tell myself to shut up and stop being ridiculous, and I'd be fine till the next commercial break. The time went by slowly though.
When I first started this fast, it was sort of on a whim, and I didn't plan my last meal very well. I knew before I ate it that it would be the last one, but I really should have planned better, healthier. I remember thinking that I hoped I wouldn't be hungry enough on the second night to keep me awake. I remember being worried about having stomach pains, or nausea. That was the longest I'd ever gone without eating anything, and I was definitely curious about how my body would react. But like I said before, my body was willing.