Since blogging full time this year, I noticed a worrying trend. Can you guess what it is?
Yes. My weight crept up slowly but steadily – my waistbands became tighter and my usual clothes felt uncomfortable to wear. Weight management is a tricky affair when your whole life revolves around food. When I’m not cooking, shooting or eating, I’m at the desk processing photos of food, writing about food, staring at food on social media, and the list goes on.
I couldn’t face another diet. I didn’t want to exclude whole food groups or neurotically count calories or points. For me, it’s not a sustainable way of living. The problem with diets is that you end up obsessing about stuff you can’t have, suffering with a permanent feeling of deprivation. If you’re anything like me and have a tendency to perfectionism the problem is compounded by the need to be absolutely, perfectly correct at all times. It wears you out and is soul destroying. The beauty of fasting is that there’s no grey area to rationalise. You either eat, or you don’t. It’s as simple as that.
Then, it was that time of the month again. No, not that one. My monthly Audible credit became available and randomly “The Complete Guide to Fasting” was suggested to me. Friends swear by it and have had fantastic results with the 5:2 diet and the likes. It made for fascinating listening and on the following Sunday I started the regime.
After stuffing myself with a massive turkey dinner the first day of fasting was easy. I enjoyed the break and found myself with more free time to focus on other things in life. Within a month, by doing three 36 hour fasts per week, I lost everything I picked up this year. Fasting works, yo!
Right now, I’ve hit a plateau and am proud to say I’m at my lowest since giving birth. It would help if I didn’t eat like a beast on my eating days but then again, I love living without guilt. People ask me if I don’t feel faint on fasting days and dying of hunger. There is a stigma attached to going without food and, believe me, it’s not nearly as bad as people think it is. I even swim 1km and sauna on fasting days and feel great. Admittedly, by 8pm I am having hardcore fantasies about breakfast. The only downside about my line of work is that I still need to look at food while fasting, where others don’t have to.
How does this all fit into becoming vegetarian? It does, yet doesn’t. Right now, I eat meat four times a week, and eat nothing for three, meaning three days I have zero impact on the environment in terms of food. That was the whole point of this challenge, right?