Fasting

I don’t remember anything

about that meal because there

wasn’t one.

I recently decided to

listen to my body.

It made a lot of sense —

how we were designed to

go through feast and famine —

to eat and starve, kill an

animal and eat again —

I’d been slowing down

on sugar and decided to

take the leap and try

only meat and a 36 hour fast.

Quite a leap from the

vegetarian tendencies I’d

had my entire life.

What I came to realize

was how food was way more

to me than sustenance.

There was so much attached

to it — even my sense

of reward and a comfort

that felt like deprivation

when I abstained.

The first fast felt like death

in moments.

But soon I came to

notice my relationship

to food completely change.

I became full much quicker

and actually satisfied from

much smaller meals,

and my life began to focus

less around food as my

energy quantifiably

increased.

I’m not saying it’s for

everyone, and I’m not

saying I’m carnivore,

because some days I’m

eating carnivore and a

blueberry muffin I made

from freshly milled

wheat berries —