Stepping on the scale this morning, I note that I made it through the holimonth unscathed. I haven't fasted for 2-3 weeks (nor worked out in two), we just returned home last evening having been out of town for 13 days in all, and I ate well and quite a lot.
Drank far too much — with a 3-day abstention stint tossed in — too, and that stops today.
A few cheats, here and there; like a few cookies and maybe two or three Sees candies. Two small slices of apple pie, over two days. Had a piece of good bread as well, but with a 1/4" spread of butter. And so on. Not too much, considering, and I actually weigh a couple of pounds less (but I never count fluctuations of 2-3 pounds either way). As a final cheat, I made my famous sausage country gravy for guests up at the cabin, and had a biscuit and a half, along with a modest helping of gravy, three eggs and about 5 slices of bacon.
However, what ought not be overshadowed is that amongst those cheats, I ate very, very well. Seemed I was always in the kitchen preparing something, having all the time in the world to do so. Family members cooked, too, as well some friends who love to cook. We ate amazing food, all real, all prepared by our own hands. Do that, and all the holimonth food laying around is far less appealing and when you do indulge, it's infrequent and modest.
I had just got the computer set up at home last night when I got an email from one of my uncles who was in town, having dinner at a restaurant that just happens to be across the street from my office. I had just put on to reheat some chicken soup I'd made and brought back from the cabin, then went to pick up my uncle only 5-10 minutes away. He stayed until nearly 10 pm when I drove him back over to the hotel (he's just across from the airport and flies out after his morning meeting, so he didn't get a car).
But I wasn't hungry. My wife even put some nuts out and I didn't touch them, nor the soup. So, by 11 pm I decided that since I was already about 14 hours from last eating anything, why not make it a fast? So here I am, next morning, and I think that sleep was about the best and deepest I've had in weeks. I always sleep best when fasted.
I'll probably take it right out to dinner and toss in a workout this afternoon.