Thus I decided to attempt a 4.5 day of full fasting (aside of water.) It seemed like a good idea based on research that is nicely summarized in this post. Mind you, I usually eat every 3-4 hours and have not fasted since I was in my teens; living in Israel and, for no particular reason, observing the Jewish Yom Kippur.
Aside of the health benefits of the fast, I took it as a personal challenge. What if, my mind curiously whispered, I would mysteriously be captured by Isis and their likes, and will be forced to sustain myself without food for days? Or, more likely, one of the current presidential candidates gets elected and the great country which is my homeland (the USA, if that isn’t clear,) deeps into a horrible bottomless recession? It is never too early to start practicing.
I cleared my schedule from any business meetings, hoping I would still be able to do work online, and started. I kept an hourly log, expect when asleep (my mind-dictator machine is out of order these days.)
Day one of my 4.5 day fast.
9:30pm (previous night): Starting. Not too difficult. I rarely eat that late anyhow. But just the notion I am now officially on a fast, make it feel different.
8am: I am starting to get hungry as I usually have my breakfast around this time.
9am: The feeling increases. Is it psychological – because I know I am not supposed to eat?
10am: That’s it, I am officially hungry, no question about it.
11am: I am hungry (wait, didn’t I already state that an hour ago?)
Noon: Still hungry. Not funny anymore…
1pm: Taking a short break to nap as I feel tired, tired and cold (still hungry but dreaming about it.)
2pm: Rice, vegetables, cake, fruit, something, I’ll take anything! My mind is torturing me. Wow, I am such a wimp.
3pm: I am working on some business stuff online but there is a constant buzz in my stomach, like a construction team drilling a hole. Many holes.
4pm: How in hell am I going to last 4 to 5 days?
5pm: The construction team just moved to my head and are doing massive drilling in that region. If I didn’t lose my sense of humor back around noon I would have said they are fracking my brain. A single thought takes root: maybe doing 4-5 days fasting right at the start wasn’t such a great idea…
5:30pm: Soup sounds so delicious right now… Okay, plan B. I will do an almost full day this first time around, and then repeat this exercise next month, aiming at 2 days. Isn’t it like practicing for a marathon? Build it up slowly.
5:45pm: Soups is being heated up on the stove.
Learned from: a successful failed attempt at a prolonged fast.