Some of you may know that I began Intermittent Fasting a week ago. Intermittent Fasting is a way to control your food intake and give your body a rest from digestion which has many benefits other than just weight loss. How it works is simple. You choose a window for eating, anywhere from 4 to 8 hours and fast for the rest of the 24 hour period. For more information read my blog post about Intermittent Fasting.
I started my new journey off with a trip to the scale. It was a short and disappointing jaunt into the bathroom. The needle pointed to a whopping 274 pounds. No surprise there. That is where my weight hangs out. That’s its happy place, not mine. Time to show my weight the benefits of living in a new neighborhood. Strike that, a new state, possibly a new country.
The second step was to choose what my eating hours would be. At first, I thought a time span of 1 pm to 8 pm would be a good eight-hour stretch. Then, I checked my math, good thing too. Math is not my strong suit. My calculations were off by an hour. I settled on an actual daily eight-hour window of 12 pm to 8 pm. That seemed reasonable.
The next step was waiting. Waiting until the hour hand on the clock landed on twelve. Time can crawl when you are thinking about food in any capacity. Even if you are trying to think healthy about food, eating cycles, and portions, you want to eat food. If you know you can’t eat, it is worse. It feels a lot like the universe is taunting you.
Who needs the Universe to dangle food in front of you when you have a husband? He doesn’t mean to be cruel, I think. Most of my writing takes place at the large farmhouse table in our kitchen during quiet moments. I am a mother. Do you hear the hysterical laughing across the data waves? Anyway, in the center of the table is a large cut crystal bowl full of cherries. Having the cherries within reach alone is a form of torture. I love cherries. As I work at the table, several times during the morning my husband walks into the kitchen looking for a quick snack. He loves to snack, and yet, he is as thin as a rail. It is a bit frustrating quite frankly. I try hard to forget my starving stomach and focus on my work while his lips are smacking in pleasure as he feasts on those little round blobs of juicy yum. I need an office badly.
Nevertheless, I made it through the week. I had the anticipated slight lightheadedness, the hunger pangs, and small headaches. By the end of my trial, the symptoms had subsided. I learned new tricks of distraction to keep my mind off of food, such as trimming my flowers during the right hours, reading outside and staying out of the kitchen. It made the week more bearable.
I feel good that I made it through. I feel a little bit stronger, a little bit more in control over my life. The fact that I am now five pounds lighter sweetens the deal. I decided to keep going for another week. If the second round goes well, I may keep with intermittent fasting. I will report back next week.
Thank you for reading.
J. R. Lowe