If I am doing the math correctly, I completed a fast of just over 30 hours yesterday afternoon, when I finally got a few hunger pangs and felt it was safe to eat. It was a complete breeze (possibly aided by illness, I admit, but still easy). Funnily enough, one of my colleagues at work was fasting prior to surgery yesterday, sucking down Gatorade and apparently struggling hard with starvation. I didn't tell him - it didn't seem fair - and I tend to think people would look at me as some sort of freak for doing IF anyway.
The fast was of no help with weight loss - not that I am trying to lose any more weight - I was at 148.0 this morning. No idea why, and I don't really care much. If I spend the rest of my life at 150 or slightly below, I will be a healthy and happy camper. And that's all I really care about.
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