So, I was beguiled by meatloaf and macaroni & cheese and cut short my fast after only 48 hours. And, despite not feeling like I really fell far off the wagon, my Sunday night weigh-in was awful: 222 lbs. Probably some salt involved in that number, blah, blah, blah.
But I'm fasting again now. Only since 10pm Monday night, i.e. 15 hours so far. But I'm feeling like I've got a pretty firm handle on the fact that eating doesn't help anything -- at least intellectually I have a handle on it. But it's true: even when I'm super-hungry eating isn't THAT great. Sticking to a fasting plan probably gives me greater satisfaction than a meal.
Ok, at some point I need to develop a more healthy relationship with food. And that probably includes eating lots of healthy stuff and loving it. But I think that needs to be figured out by a 170-lb version of me. Right now I'm a proud citizen of Crazyland and I'm just going to focus on fasting and getting my weight down.
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