I am writing this, after one month (with some cheat days) of intermittent fasting. I have not seen the dramatic success that I hoped for. Many on this path see the weight “fall off.” For me, it has not. The temptation to quit, to say it doesn’t work, to write it off, is strong as I hit one month of this lifestyle.
So I visited the support groups. Read success stories. Piggybacked on the encouragement meant for others. And I actually saw a comment to another person who is struggling and it resonated with me. “Would you be any happier if you quit?” I need to take a minute and ask myself the same question.
Before I move forward I need to look back a little over the last month. Where did I go wrong? Certainly weekends, I need to tighten up Saturday and Sunday. A lot. I let a birthday, a super bowl, a career milestone, and just “the weekend” become feast days. Over the last month, if I’m honest, and if I’m not, what’s the point of this, I fasted probably 23 or 24 days. I also REALLY opened that window when I did fast. The window was more a double garage door. Sometimes, most times, I stuff that open garage door with way too much food. But, I am following Delay Don’t Deny, so at first, that’s supposed to be okay. It’s part of getting out of diet mindset, but still, I ate a lot.
Now for where I went right. I did stick to this, more than any other diet or way of eating I’ve tried over the last two years. I can handle the small hurdles that an 18, a 19 and sometimes a 20-hour fasting session brings. And I feel energized. I feel freedom. I am drinking more water.
And I have moved the needle down, a smidge, on the scale. While others may be losing five pounds a week, I’m losing two pounds in the first month. Still. It is the right direction. I’m also drinking water, a lot of water. That’s got to be good right? Maybe my jeans fit a tiny bit better? Or maybe I’m wishing they did.
Back to the question, would I be any happier if I quit? No. The answer is no. I am not going to quit. I’m moving ahead. I now know that I can handle the fast. The next month, I need to really focus on the feast. I need to remember weekends aren’t free and I need to commit to foods that will nourish me instead of just fill me.
Maybe after two months, I’ll be back here, and maybe only lost a whopping five pounds total? I have to be fine with that. I have to start embracing that. I won’t be happy if I quit. So here’s me, not quitting, and here’s me working to accept my own pace.