So, here I am, admitting defeat. Day 4 of my 7-day fast… and I didn’t make it. I’m not going to lie, I’m a little disappointed, but I’m also trying to be realistic and kind to myself. By day 3 at lunch time, the mental fog was intense. Trying to work while feeling like my brain was wading through molasses just wasn’t sustainable. Since I still need to function and earn a living, I had to break the fast.
My re-introduction to food started with two eggs – a gentle warm-up, so to speak. A few hours later, the siren call of my dinner was too strong to resist. Pork adobo, fragrant and delicious, was on the menu. And yes, I succumbed to the allure of a bowl of rice too. (No regrets, by the way!)
So, what did I learn? Fasting isn’t rocket science. When you’re too hangry to function, you eat! Simple as that.
In the past, when I’ve failed a planned fast, I’d get hit with a wave of guilt, which would often lead to a complete derailment of my healthy eating plans. It would become a downward spiral. But this time, I’m trying a different approach. I’m learning that we’re all human, and setbacks happen. Failure is part of the journey, not the destination. It’s about progress, not perfection.
Instead of beating myself up about it, I’m choosing to learn from the experience and move forward. For now, I’ll focus on 18-hour fasts to get back into a rhythm. And I’m planning to restart my 7-day fasting attempt on Monday, February 24th. Consider this a temporary pause, not a full stop.
This whole weight loss journey is a marathon, not a sprint. There will be bumps in the road, detours, and maybe even a few crashes. But the important thing is to keep getting back up and keep moving forward. Wish me luck for round two!
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