The iffing (intermittent fasting) is going great for the most part. I’ve still been eating from 6:00 PM until midnight, but sometimes I go over until 12:30 because I get back from the gym at 11:00 PM and don’t have enough time to finish cooking and eating my daily foods during the end of the open window. I’m not too upset over this.
I have to say that fasting makes me a space cadet until I feed. I’ve been unfocused and rather lackluster. When I eat it feels like sweet relief. Like, Where have you been all my life, chocolate-peanut-butter oatmeal? But I’m bummed out by my general spaciness. I feel like the plant in Little Shop of Horrors:
Great, guess what’s running through my mind now? Feed me, Seymour. Feed me all night long. Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! You can do it! Feed me, Seymour! We performed that musical when I was in middle school. I played the part of the dentist’s terrified patient.
I’ve read online that iffing can be very beneficial, and way beyond the weight loss it enables. This website says:
Studies suggest that intermittent fasting may be effective at helping you reduce inflammation and improve conditions associated with inflammation, such as arthritis, asthma, Alzheimer’s disease, multiple sclerosis, and stroke (11).
Studies imply that intermittent fasting may improve your heart health and reduce the risk of heart diseases. A 2016 review showed that this type of eating pattern could reduce blood pressure, heart rate, LDL cholesterol, and triglycerides, which all add to the risk of cardiovascular diseases (5).
Numerous animal studies suggest that intermittent fasting may reduce the risk of cancer. Such an effect may be the aftermath of weight loss, reduced inflammation, and insulin levels, which are caused by this eating pattern.
And a whole bunch of other stuff. That all sounds good to me, and none of the risks of iffing have happened to me: I don’t break the fast by bingeing on junk food. I eat sensibly to the tune of 1,800 to 2,000 calories a day. Now, you might be thinking, Then why don’t you just count calories and spread that food over the day, Meg?
Good question. Because I have no restraint outside of the miracle of iffing. If left to my own devices, this happens: I wake up at 10:00 or so and head straight to the local pastry shop for a bagel, a large iced cookie, and a cinammon pretzel twist. For dinner, I make chicken nuggets and tater tots–enough to cover the entire George Foreman, and we have the huge Foreman that’s roughly the size of a beach ball. For a late night snack, I go to the drugstore for cookies, chips, and ice cream. Now, just let me assure you that that adds up to wayyyy over 2,000 calories. So iffing is the only way I know of to keep myself in the 2,000-calories-a-day range.
So I must keep iffing, even though I’m starving right now. Famished. It’s an hour and twenty minutes until 6:00 PM here. Oh, but, hey, you know what? It’s probably already 6:00 PM somewhere in the world…
Meg, don’t even think about it.
Anyway, during my open window, I eat:
- Oatmeal with walnuts
- Lara bars
- Turkey sausage
- One homemade Kodiak waffle
And I drink my lightly sweetened tea.
The benefits I’ve seen so far are:
- It enables me to have discipline. And discipline is my word for 2022. Go me!
- I really look forward to eating every day! Holy flip, do I look forward to it! (And this is one major reason that I don’t want to have my window at the start of the day.) And who ever thought I’d look forward to oatmeal?!
- 6:00 comes, and it feels like the day just got easier, and it’s smooth sailing until bedtime.
- It’s structured somehow. I generally eat twice. First at 6:00 and then when I get back from the gym at around 11:00 or so. But I also drink all the lightly sweetened tea I want during that period. (I just drink water at the gym, though. It’s easier.)
- While I’m sitting here starving, I wonder if it’s helping my body access its fat cells for fuel. Hey, this hunger has got to be good for something!
- I’m really impressed with myself and hopeful for weight loss.
- I’m not hungry in bed at night, either while falling asleep or while sleeping. (Hunger can really mess up my sleep, and if I’m lying in bed feeling hungry, I’ll often get back up and seek out the nearest junk food.)
So, I’m actually doing this. I have a good feeling that I can stick with it. And that’s some sort of divine miracle because I’ve been wrestling with my lack of will power for years now. I think it’s very simple. I can’t be given free rein to eat all day, or I will. I like to eat! It’s an odd win-win because food tastes much better when you wait for it. If you eat all day, it loses its lustre.