On November 15th I finished a five-day fast. Five days with no food. I drank a vitamin juice mix every night, and hot water with mineral salts during the day, as well as my usual ice Americano. My doctor said that keeping coffee is fine, as does the book he recommended. Without the coffee, I can't quite imagine getting through it all.
On the other hand, I couldn't have imagined getting through a fast like that before I started on this journey, less than four months ago.
The week after, I decided to pull back to just a three-day fast. Twenty-four hours into the fast, I gave up and had a meal. It was not just hunger, though I was hungry. I felt down. I felt weak. I felt tired.
I had an appointment at my clinic on that Wednesday, and we talked about it for a while. They told me that I had made very remarkable progress, and that it was okay to take a rest from fasting for a few weeks. Maybe even until the end of the year. I have been reflecting on this. I am not sure that I have any conclusions, but I do have thoughts on it:
It's been hard. Eating is a central part of my life, and completely eliminating it for days at a time is stressful. I am starting to understand that much of what I think of as "hunger" is mental, conditioned by culture and my own behavior.
At the end of the five-day fast I weighed 101.7 kg (224 lbs), which is 14 kg (almost 31 lbs) less than I did last summer. That is a lot. I have gained back four kg (8.8 lbs) in the 18 days since then. This feels dangerously close to the yo-yo effect, in which weight loss is followed by gaining it back with interest. I want to figure out how to stabilize my weight at a healthy level, so today I am starting a three-day fast.
In 2015 or 2016 I spent some time working on a juice cleansing diet. I blended fruits and vegetables, and sometimes that's all I had for food. I think that I got down into this range of weight, but I didn't take notes. I recorded weighing 123.4 kg (272 lbs) in 2019, and wrote at the time that I was up to almost 130 kg (286 lbs), but I'm not sure of that last number.
What I am sure of is this: my legs and feet used to hurt every night. Now they are sometimes sore if I have been walking a lot, but not enough to keep me awake at night.
I have fewer stomach issues. Of course, while fasting I have almost no issues at all. I don't get gassy, so no air biscuits. My guts do make a fair amount of noise, especially if I'm putting a lot of water through them. But that calms down in the 2nd day. I have not had any acid reflux problems in the past few months, even after the few late and large meals I've had.
I'm going to talk about defecation in this paragraph, and you are welcome to skip it. Some people just don't want to know anything about other people's poop, but my time in the Peace Corps pretty much destroyed that taboo for me. Since Nepal, in fact, constipation has been a very rare problem for me. (Personally, I believe that I am still carrying microbiome passengers from those days. Namaste, y'all!) So here is my insight: it is weird to not "drop a deuce" every day. Of course, it's not weird in a conservation-of-matter-and-energy sense: no solids going in means no doo-doo coming out. However, it is weird in that while fasting my morning routine felt incomplete when I fail to "drop the kids off at the pool." Now I am a bit of a regular (though still a newbie) to fasting, so being irregular in this regard feels regular. And it's kind of nice to not require the time and attention on a busy morning.
My clothes are fitting looser, but I am afraid to get rid of clothes that are too big. So far it is not a huge problem. I don't feel like I'm wearing clown suits, and some of my clothes that used to be too tight fit just fine. I am down to the 2nd to last hole in my belt, and the last hole is only a little too tight. I can button a lot of my collars that I just couldn't before, though mostly I still don't.
I need to really believe that I will not go back to being that big again, but there is a very strong force in my brain that really wants to eat irresponsibly. One podcast I listened to called it "food noise," as in, "It's hard to focus on other things in life when the food noise is constantly distracting you: When will we eat? What will we eat? How about a snack?" I recognized food noise immediately. When I am fasting, it does not quiet down right away. The first 24 hours are rough, but it helps having the same answer to every question: "No."
As I start this paragraph, I am 48 hours into another fast. (I started writing this entry yesterday.) I am planning for three days, but open to four. The first full day with no food was the worst, but today wasn't too bad. I think it's like exercise: when you take a long break it's hard to get back into it. If fasting were strenuous, requiring great physical effort, I would probably not be good at it. But at heart, fasting is about a kind of inaction. Weaponized laziness, if you will. My wife will be the first to tell you that I am a pro at weaponizing laziness. Even as I write this, it is partly to avoid preparing to teach class tomorrow.
That said, I do need to get back to work. While I will be pleased to find that anyone finds this interesting or useful, you should know that I am writing more for myself than anyone else. This change is happening quickly, and I want to be able to look back and understand what happened. What I did. How I changed, or failed to do so.
