When peanut butter tastes like heaven.
That spoonful of peanut butter was the first food I had in five days. No, I was not sick. I decided to fast. Five days was my goal and 30 minutes ago I reached it. The peanut butter was heavenly. That was how I was recommended to break the fast. Start up the system carefully. Later I will have tomatoes and mozzarella salad and a little bit of anything else that shows up on the table. The strange thing is that I could go on fasting. On a physical level. Sure I have been a little hungry and most decidedly absolutely obsessed with thinking about food. These last five days was more a mental strain than anything else. And that surprised me.
I warned my family that they might have rough times ahead of them when the ‘hangry’ starts. It did not. I was not lightheaded or nauseated as I can be if I am really hungry and the blood sugar falls. No headaches. I did everything I usually to do –except for eating. However, I did not get that energy kick I read about. Or maybe I did, considering that I did not eat for five days and kept the same pace as usual. Sure I was tired earlier than usual at night. Not surprising.
Another surprise was the food I was dreaming about eating. Salads. Especially bean salads. Café Tazza’s lovely chicken salad with cranberries. Caprese salad. Avocados. That is not me. Or wait? Maybe it is me now? It is so strange that it can not be made up considering the reason I did the fast.
It was all about sugar. Total addiction to sugar. The loss of self respect when I stopped at Dunkin Donut for a boston cream donut on the way home. Or on the way away also for that matter. Not only is it damaging to my health but also to my self esteem. Anyone with an addiction can relate to this feeling, I am sure about that.
So last Sunday one of my friends posted an article about fasting on facebook which referred to Dr Jason Fung’s research and experience with treating people with type 2 diabetes and obesity. I started reading and learned about the insulin’s role in sugar addiction and weight gain. Or gained weight that does not want to go away. Yeah, also my age is to no help either. I had to try to break the sugar-insulin cycle. I had to and here was a tool presented to me. It really was a gift given to me when I just did not what to do.
So I started. The day before the fast I started drinking lots of water and all I had was two smoothies (spinach, berries, banana, almond milk and protein powder). Oh. That was the plan. However the sugar devil got hold of me, so I bought and ate a cinnamon bun. It is incredible how strong that addiction is. But then the following five days went without a hitch. I drank a little bit of coffee in the morning, then continued with parsley tea or other herbal teas and of course, water water water. Yes, I had a cup of chicken bone broth midday. That is it.
Now when I am back to eating, I have to watch myself and make good choices all the time, every day. I will most likely continue and do intermittent fasting, probably in the form of the 5:2 diet.
I did not weigh myself before I started. But I feel lighter, the jeans are not as tight. That is probably ascribed to loss of fluids in my tissues, however, according to the Doc the body starts using the preserved energy sometime during day 3 or 4.
The fat finally came to good use….
In health, Ellika.