My plan was simple.
Eat between 10am and 4pm only. It seemed easy enough and a snap to execute.
But as Mike Tyson would say “everybody has a plan until they get punched in the face”.
Well my face punch came quick and uninvited.
What I failed to consider and plan for was the “big bad” that is stress or as they call it these days- stress eating.
Becasue I didn’t plan for it, I ended up in the kitchen and breaking the fast.
While this is not the end of the world, it did start me down the rabbit hole regarding my ability to exercise self-control.
What the simpleton-ego side said was- you didn’t make that work. Give up.
My rational and loving side made a declaration- you’ve conquered self-doubt and failures before, get up, get back in the game and keep swinging.
It ain’t over.
I’m very proud to report that I am fully back in the game and have lovingly allowed myself the victory of refasting and the knowledge that I’ve had sugar once in 17 days.
Maybe all of this emotional upheaval is withdrawal.
I’ve heard that sugar withdrawal is ugly and demanding and unrelenting and plays with your head.
I need support in this battle.
Please forward any and all information on sugar withdrawal.