I can't say I like fasting. I'm fine during the day but I don't handle it well come 6pm and I get to Waterloo Station and find the trains are delayed and I have no idea when I will get home and have dinner (it seem to always happen on Tuesdays and Thursdays, my fast days). Then I finally get home and no one (neither husband nor au pair) has fed the kids so I have to wait for one of them to make a proper dinner because at that stage of hunger I have neither the capacity nor the imagination to prepare dinner for them - I can't handle anything more involved than peanut butter on toast - and of course nothing has been defrosted (I keep a well-stocked freezer) and it just drags on and on and it isn't 8:00 till we're eating. I have tried and tried to get husband to be more proactive with feeding the kids when I'm at work and fasting (he works from home) - sometimes he is and sometimes he isn't. If I was living on my own and didn't have to worry about husband, kids, au pair or anyone else eating (and of course I do, because I'm the mother, right?) I'd find fasting much, much easier.
But while I sometimes feel sorry for myself on my fasting days, I can't think of any time where I've just said "sod it - I can't handle this today" and then binged. I've had a fair bit of stress in the last couple of months and kept going faithfully. I keep telling myself that if I want to lose the weight and get the health benefits I have to do this - there is no alternative that won't make me completely miserable. I am definitely NOT miserable 5 days a week, and far from miserable for the majority of the other 2. I also find on Tuesday mornings I am "ready" for my fast after the weekend, even if I'm not really "looking forward" to it.
So while I wish I didn't have to fast, it really isn't that much of a hardship. Will I continue when I get to maintenance? Maybe the fact that, every time I log my weight into the Progress Tracker, it pushes further and further out my expected goal date is trying to tell me something - you'd better get used to it, kid: this really has to be a way of life.
But while I sometimes feel sorry for myself on my fasting days, I can't think of any time where I've just said "sod it - I can't handle this today" and then binged. I've had a fair bit of stress in the last couple of months and kept going faithfully. I keep telling myself that if I want to lose the weight and get the health benefits I have to do this - there is no alternative that won't make me completely miserable. I am definitely NOT miserable 5 days a week, and far from miserable for the majority of the other 2. I also find on Tuesday mornings I am "ready" for my fast after the weekend, even if I'm not really "looking forward" to it.
So while I wish I didn't have to fast, it really isn't that much of a hardship. Will I continue when I get to maintenance? Maybe the fact that, every time I log my weight into the Progress Tracker, it pushes further and further out my expected goal date is trying to tell me something - you'd better get used to it, kid: this really has to be a way of life.