Day 10 - What'd We Do Wrong?

Day 10 - Our third fast day did not go well. Fasting on the weekend seems harder than on the weekdays. So, it was Sunday and by sleeping in, we didn't eat breakfast until 9:30am...which meant we couldn't have dinner until 9:30pm. Even though the stretch between the two meals was 12 hours, like always, it felt like an enormously long time.

Breakfast consisted of cottage cheese and fruit, a recommendation in The Fast Diet book. However, I quickly discovered that I do not like cottage cheese. The texture, the taste - ugh, it was awful. I didn't even finish the 1/2 cup I put on my plate.

Then the day dragged on. I (stupidly) decided to make vegetable broth from scratch as opposed to paying the usual $3.50 for a quart of store-bough vege broth. So, the house smelled luxuriously of food for hours, which certainly didn't make our stomachs feel very happy.

Mike tried to busy himself with a project, but the combination of hunger and staring at the computer screen were a terrible combination. He ended up getting a huge migraine around 5pm. Once again, The Fast Diet book seems to lie about the true nature of fasting. Our brains are clearly not compensating for our lack of food by creating additional neurons to "help us remember where we found food last in this period of famine." No, Mike and I are quite dysfunctional on our fasts. I am worse at doing crossword puzzles. Mike cannot concentrate and think deeply about things. Yep, no joyful fasting here.

My only good feeling during fasting is seeing my weight on the scale (125!) and noticing how my jeans can now be pulled off my hips with the zipper and button still fastened. I feel thinner. But unlike the book, I do not feel happier. My brain does not produce endorphins to help me survive through famine.

Dinner finally came at 9:30pm. Japanese curry tasted delicious though I found it hard to eat my serving. It was a strange phenomenon. Here I was, RAVENOUS, READY TO EAT, and then...I had a few spoonfuls and was sort of...full. I did in fact eat my whole bowl, but my stomach wasn't quite prepared for "that much" food. But after I ate dinner, I felt normal again. And Mike's migraine went away and he was feeling better, though he declared, "I am not waiting until 9:30 to eat breakfast!"

So what did we do wrong? Why was Sunday's fast so much worse than Wednesday's fast? Was it the time? The meals itself? Perhaps we should be splitting our calories evenly between our two meals, as opposed to saving an extra 100 or so for "dinner." I'm so confused. I just hope that when Wednesday rolls around, Mike doesn't get a migraine again (so sad!) and I don't feel so run down.