In Part 1, I explained how I essentially got on this diet by accident. In summary, I wanted to do a 1 or 2 day fast, but I just never stopped.
So why continue? This really has evolved quite a bit over the 59 days I’ve been on it. As I mentioned before, the I really wanted to beat the cravings I got on days 3 and 4 because they were the same as the cigarette cravings I used to get last year before I quit.
So on Day 3 I said, “I’m going to try to do this for Lent”. Why not? I thought the bragging rights would be cool (“Hey, what did you give up for Lent?… Really, chocolate? That’s funny because I’m a heathen and I gave up FOOD!” LOL).
I am a firm believer in “Stretch Goals” (a goal that you don’t have 100% chance of reaching). The beauty of stretch goals is that if you believe you can reach them you’ll come close enough so that your still satisfied with the result. For example, during engineering at Tulane, I wanted to have a 3.9 GPA. (This was a stretch goal because I partied a lot). I ended up with a 3.8. Technically, I “failed”, but no one, including me, would define that as failure. Had I set my expectation to 3.6, would I have gotten a 3.8? Probably not. “Objectives determine Results” - a somewhat country and very bright former boss of mine used to say. (This phrase sounds much better with a twang).
I also really felt like getting away from food for a couple weeks would be good for my food addiction. My plan was (and is) to have stopped eating for a while, and when it’s time to start eating again I can do so the RIGHT way! I by that, I won’t be eating out of compulsion eating to fuel my body. It’s very simple, when I eat it’s either an act of self-love or self-loathing. I choose to love myself, not food.
Moving on - so Days 3-7 were total hell. Really. I felt good but I was hungry all the time. I can tell you that during this spell there was no spiritual discovery or enlightenment, just me fighting to not eat the office manager’s arm off or totally go crazy. Again, I have to turn back to me quitting smoking in Aug 10 (after my boy / heir-apparent was born). I knew this “pain” would subside, just like the nicotine cravings did. Each day was worst than the last. But now it was Me vs. my Id, and I knew I had to win this round.
Something clicked on Day 8. For one, I had lost like 10lbs (probably half water…) and my focus started to shift. As I worked through the day, I found myself having to set reminders to drink my shakes. Two days before you could here the sucking sound of me trying to get ever last drop out of the shake can down the hall!!! So, I got home, spent time with the family, doing chores while Ruchi ate and then we settled into bed. I remember telling her that I went through the whole day NOT thinking about food, or what I wasn’t eating, or what I was going to eat once I got off this ridiculous fast. I just thought about whatever I wanted to think about at the moment.
Holy Cow!!! Is this what it’s like to not live with addictions? Not to plan out the next smoke break or snack. Not to get up in the middle of doing something you desperately want to procrastinate* on but can’t b/c you’ve ran out of excuses.
*As a side note, as an entrepreneur it is MUCH easier to fall into the temptation of procrastination b/c there isn’t a task master constantly in your ear about your work. I try to push excess short-term pleasure to make medium-to-long term gains in business and learning to do this w/eating has made this easier. And when you’re focused on making payroll every week minimizing procrastination (i.e. maximizing cashflow, is critical.)
This is when I knew in my heart of hearts that I had no choice but to keep doing this. Not sure if I was calling it a Vision Quest at this point, but that’s how I was thinking of it…
Ok - this is getting long. I’m writing this at night, not sure if it’s negatively impacting the quality of the post. Let me know! More to come later…
Today’s takeway: push through whatever you’re stuck on, and I promise the craving to eat the office manager’s arm off will fade.