Lent is the one time of year when the spiritual discipline of fasting gets at least a bit of attention. (But still only a fraction of what it deserves.)
I started January with a full-on water fast for seven days and it was an incredible experience. The number one thing it taught me was that I look to food far more often for entertainment than nutrition.
(I still haven't figured out a good substitute for snacking when I get bored. Grabbing some chips or a cookie is just too easy, while all other alternatives take effort and discipline.)
I was curious what my weight would look like over the course of the fast, so I tracked it each morning. Now that I am a full week past the end of my fast, it is worth looking at the pattern.
Here's a graph of my weight loss and bounce:
Now I am glad to see a new descent has started.
It is slower and gentler than my water fast, of course, but still welcome. I am fairly certain this new descent would not exist at all if I had not joined Melissa in her sugar fast. I am guessing my weight likely would have crept right back up to 206 if I had immediately gone back to my old eating habits.
We have one more week on the sugar fast and then I am not sure what comes next. But I can't go back to eating like I was eating.
All I know is that Sarah's birthday yesterday - with its big strawberry cake with buttercream frosting - gave me an excuse to cheat just a bit and now tonight I am feeling so sleepy I can hardly function.
Coincidence?
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