Day two was rough. Let’s just say I spent the night feeling like a drug addict in rehab, detoxing… from gluttony! Haha, I know it sounds dramatic, but it’s honestly the closest analogy I can think of. The mental battle was intense. Every thought, every dream, revolved around food. I wrestled with the cravings, the phantom smells, the memories of delicious meals past. I really suffered (in a nice way, of course – self-inflicted suffering, you could say!). But I fought. I dug deep. I reminded myself why I’m doing this.
And then, Day 3 dawned. Wow. Just wow. I woke up and… I wasn’t hungry! Like, genuinely not hungry. It was a revelation. Not only that, but I felt… good. Energetic, even. The mental fog that had clouded my brain the day before had lifted. And the best part? My “muffin top” (as I affectionately call it) seemed to have shrunk a little!
Now, for the real kicker. I stepped on the scale. For weeks, I’d been staring at 71.6 kg, a number I’d become intimately acquainted with (and not in a good way). This morning? 67 kg! 6-7! A number I haven’t seen in years. I understand, I know, it’s mostly water loss. But still! Seeing that number, even briefly, was a huge boost. It’s tangible evidence that something is happening, that my efforts aren’t in vain.
This fasting journey isn’t just about the number on the scale, though. It’s about taking control of my health, breaking free from unhealthy habits, and building a better relationship with food. But let’s be honest, seeing a positive change like this definitely fuels the fire!
Four more days to go. The road ahead might have its bumps, but I’m feeling more determined than ever. I’m excited to see what the next few days bring, both physically and mentally. Stay tuned for more updates!
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