And it’s over.
The 3-day fast concluded at 5pm — just 2 hours short of 72 hours. I originally planned to break it tomorrow morning, but I thought it was best to end it when I did.
I had a headache and shoulder pain through most of last night. I woke up dizzy and lightheaded. Most of my body ached. I stumbled to get to the bathroom. For most of the morning my stomach was turning. It felt exactly like being hungover.
I called out sick from work. I was afraid of what was going to happen when I start eating again. I would rather get that out of the way tonight than find out tomorrow when I’m not home. I broke my fast by nursing this green smoothie for about 2 hours. It contains mango, spinach, coconut, apple juice, almond milk, and ice. I did not ask for half of those ingredients, but the smoothie maker put all of that in the blender and I felt bad asking him to throw it away.
I’m not going to have the bone broth tonight. Thinking about it made my stomach turn. Not the broth’s fault, though. It’s delicious. I might use it to make a soup tomorrow.
Despite my best efforts to put on weight over the weekend in anticipation of this fast, I woke up today skinny as hell and didn’t like it. I don’t know when I’m going to put that weight back on. I can’t see myself eating a big meal any time soon. Tomorrow’s planned meals so far are a protein shake for breakfast and a homemade egg drop soup for dinner. I don’t know what I’m going to want for lunch or if I’m going to want lunch.
I won’t know if this fast helped for a while. My gastritis is still there. It hurts me now as I type this. I went most of today without pain, until I started drinking my smoothie. It’s not terrible pain, but it’s noticeable.
I don’t know if I can say I’m glad I did this, but I just stopped so I will need more time. I am disappointed I didn’t go as far as I wanted, but I’m not kicking myself. If I do this again — that’s a BIG IF — I’ll start on a Thursday so my toughest days will go into the weekend and I won’t have to worry about work. Looking back, even though I had anxiety about doing it, I was also pretty cocky. I thought it would be easier. It wasn’t all that terrible. I think I just got scared of feeling any worse than I was already feeling and having to feel that way at work.
I’ll keep you posted on how I’m doing in the coming days. For those of you who went with me on this journey: thanks so much for the encouraging words. I hope we can all learn something from this, even if we haven’t figured it out yet.