The fifth day was enough for me to realize that my ability to lead a comfortable life in the routine I didn’t want to alter was being hampered. My motivation for work was drained, my speech was peculiarly off, and my fatigue levels were high.
The morning of the sixth day I weighed in at 169 pounds even, for an 11 pound loss. I’ll update some time later as to how much of that was put back on and how quickly.
I’m positive that there were numerous factors on top of eating that contributed to the poor feeling towards the end, but not eating affected my ability to regulate other stresses. My fatigue levels were higher than normal due to a hot and sweaty toddler who wasn’t sleeping well combined with a new standing desk at work. One change that didn’t occur to me until much later than it should have was that I almost never took breaks at work when food was cut out. I didn’t take a lunch break, I didn’t take coffee breaks, drink breaks, random breaks, I just stood and worked nearly the entire day. That alone, even while properly nourished, is going to lead to fatigue and decreased motivation.
My diet will likely be permanently affected. I liked the feeling I had earlier in the week, it was almost like freedom. Freedom from food. Since I no longer intend to eat as little as I can stomach (literally), the experiment is over at about 133 hours in (five and a half days).
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