why call it a "fast" when it feels so "slow"?
These days I am trying to "slow my roll" (so to speak!) and not live in such a hurry. On days that I practice my intermittent fasting, I found an old feeling has returned to my days. Profound boredom!
Very long slow days. Days that don't feel like time is passing at all.
Days that were once filled with drive-thru meals, and cokes. Eating, shopping or cleaning up after eating. And planning. Always something...
Intermittent fasting has shown me that I had a much deeper food-centered life than I once thought. I feel lonesome, like I just lost my best friend. It's like a major project has reached completion. Now what can I do with my time? Does eating cover up this boredom?
Quick - dash off to work! Run to the store! Eat fast! Fast food! It's too much and not enough.
The intermittent water fasting is going just fine.
I have had absolutely no physical hunger whatsoever! Maybe a hunger for "something else."
Eating is something we all do, so in a way it connects us all. And to voluntarily restrict my food intake, either by fasting or just cutting way back, I sometimes feel as though I "left the fold." There are so many ways to connect to people; food is just one. Maybe food became an "idol" and the human connection became nothing but a means.
Intermittent water fasting is not for everyone, but it is for me, at least for now. Even on days when I don't do it perfectly, the results are still there. Even with the occasional bout of boredom and hunger.