January Update Pt 2: Fasting Boogaloo

Well, here we are a week later and I have to admit I feel better. I’ve overloaded on fasting propaganda from across the internet, though primarily YouTube and Reddit.

I’ve gone back and listened to a few lectures by Dr. Jason Fung. His “The Aetiology of Obesity” series has been my sleeping playlist for a few nights now. It’s a 6 part lecture series, each lecture running about an hour, discussing theories on why humans become obese and the different factors that can contribute. Overall just interesting stuff, plus he has a pleasant voice (IMO) and he’s very easy to digest (heh).

Practically, not much has changed re: my diet compared to earlier fasting cycles. Tuesday, I broke a 44~ hour fast with a burger patty topped with a fried egg, a half pound of salad with strawberries, feta, walnuts, and a few spoonfuls of a ranch-like dressing. I followed that up with some popcorn and a few slices of bacon.

Last night I ate again, this time getting lured into a chicken bowl with cauliflower rice from Chipotle. I walked over there and back home, proceeding to pile the contents of my bowl onto some low carb tortillas I already had at home. I followed that up with the rest of the strawberries, some more popcorn, and 3-4oz of pistachios. I drank 3 cans of sparkling water with dinner and by 9pm, I felt pretty full so decided to start my fasting timer an hour early.

Now I begin another 40+ hours until dinner on Friday evening. Sleep has been pretty meh, but that’s to be expected while fasting. I was tired earlier and managed to be in bed by 11pm, which is rare for me. I woke up around 6~ this morning and got out of bed around 7:30 to get some coffee and write this post.

I have a therapy appointment this afternoon, the second with my new therapist, and I’m tentatively looking forward to it. If the weather isn’t too bad I might try and walk over there.

Overall, this week has been a step in the right direction and I’m optimistic it will continue to trend in that way.

One thing I do want is to find some more fasting support from local friends. I don’t know what we’d talk about but it feels intuitively easier to stick with something when there is accountability, even if it’s unspoken.

My dad is kinda doing IF right now with his church’s new year resolution/diet/fast. He’s had good results so far but I’m not sure how he feels about continuing it after his church finishes the fasting period. I’ll text him later today and see how things are going.

As always, feel free to tweet me @daronspence or leave a comment if you have questions.

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Back on the horse, maybe? January 2021

Fuck, 2020 felt like a dumpster fire to a lot of people in the world, and that means me too!

Note: please excuse me if it feels like I’m rambling. It’s late and I’m typing this on a keyboard I’m not really used to so it takes longer to get my thoughts out with extra editing.

I’m just so disappointed in myself. I know it’s late as of the time of this writing, but I think that might just point towards something I feel is true. I know what I need to do, but overcoming that split second instinct to run towards the comfortable is obviously hard to ignore.

Just now, I thought it might be a good idea to go to Whataburger just to get some unsweet tea, since they’re the only place open late with anything close to fresh tea. But I know I’ll be tempted to order something else in that drive thru line. It’s too easy and I’m looking for any excuse.

In 2019, my wife bought me a coat on a random trip to the mall. It’s a very nice peacoat that cost her a lot of money, but she knew how much I missed my old one and she figured I deserved it for whatever reason. I really like it and I got a lot of compliments on how good I looked when I wore it out and about, especially with people I had not seen in a year or two.

It finally got cold enough this past month to warrant wearing a coat outside more. I got up a 6am to get ready to volunteer at church, when I realized it would be an excellent day to wear the pea coat. I was devastated when it didn’t fit. I almost wore it to prove to myself it was possible. I could have stretched it out and done up the buttons, but I knew deep down in that instant, that I was lying to myself and it wasn’t worth it. I reached over a few hangers and grabbed the biggest coat I owned, which is also much to insulated for indoor wearing, and zipped it up. I distinctly remember my hand passing over the 4 other jackets in my closet and settling on this one. It’s much to big, but it’s comfortable and it hides my imperfections. It hides the overeating I’ve done for months.

But it can’t really hide me from myself…

So tonight, I’m writing something. Maybe it’s more empty promises. I’m not sure. I’ve saved a few of my favorite salad restaurants in a Google map, hopeful that I’ll turn to them in my next moment of weakness, but I’m not sure I’ve convinced myself yet.

I think I’ve barely convinced myself this blog is worth posting.