It's now 1:30 in the afternoon here in the beautiful Pacific Northwest, U.S.
Last night/early this morning, I fell back into an old bad habit. I was up late online and got hungry, so instead of drinking some water or herbal tea or going to bed, I ate.
The first item eaten was a slice of buttered bread with a thick layer of peanut butter and homemade strawberry jam. About ten minutes later, it was back into the kitchen for another slice of bread. This time it was mayo, horseradish cream and three slices of ham but before I put the ham away, I managed to eat two more slices, straight from the bag, with just horseradish sauce.
About ten minutes later, back into the kitchen for some tortilla chips. About fifteen chips are in one serving and if put into a bowl, sticking to one serving is not a problem. Is this what I did? Of course not. With a full 680g bag in hand, it was back to the compy.
Have you ever started eating something and just couldn't stop? It came to the point where I was just chewing food until the taste was somewhat disgusting. I had to physically remove the over half eaten bag away from me.
Now for the fun part. I woke up this morning and went off to exercise. About half way through my regular routine I began to feel quite nauseous; I mean, ready to throw up. It's like my body, after eating so well these past four months, was sending me a clear signal that this type of behaviour will not be tolerated any longer. Even now, as I replay what was eaten, I am getting a queasy feeling in my stomach.
All that, is the reason I feel the need to do a pure fast today. I'll drink my usual fasting day black coffee, which is still piping hot thanks to an incredibly well insulated coffee mug, and water. I feel that is the least I can do to my poor abused body. And maybe, just maybe, I will remember this feeling and NEVER do that again.
Last night/early this morning, I fell back into an old bad habit. I was up late online and got hungry, so instead of drinking some water or herbal tea or going to bed, I ate.
The first item eaten was a slice of buttered bread with a thick layer of peanut butter and homemade strawberry jam. About ten minutes later, it was back into the kitchen for another slice of bread. This time it was mayo, horseradish cream and three slices of ham but before I put the ham away, I managed to eat two more slices, straight from the bag, with just horseradish sauce.
About ten minutes later, back into the kitchen for some tortilla chips. About fifteen chips are in one serving and if put into a bowl, sticking to one serving is not a problem. Is this what I did? Of course not. With a full 680g bag in hand, it was back to the compy.
Have you ever started eating something and just couldn't stop? It came to the point where I was just chewing food until the taste was somewhat disgusting. I had to physically remove the over half eaten bag away from me.
Now for the fun part. I woke up this morning and went off to exercise. About half way through my regular routine I began to feel quite nauseous; I mean, ready to throw up. It's like my body, after eating so well these past four months, was sending me a clear signal that this type of behaviour will not be tolerated any longer. Even now, as I replay what was eaten, I am getting a queasy feeling in my stomach.
All that, is the reason I feel the need to do a pure fast today. I'll drink my usual fasting day black coffee, which is still piping hot thanks to an incredibly well insulated coffee mug, and water. I feel that is the least I can do to my poor abused body. And maybe, just maybe, I will remember this feeling and NEVER do that again.
and thanks for sharing - glad its not just me haha
