My last meal was Sunday evening. I had sushi and some sake. Not a giant meal.
Yesterday was like any other day I eat One Meal A Day (OMAD). I'm accustomed to eating later in the afternoon or evening.
Last night, I had a moment where I felt a bit incomplete without dinner. I wasn't hungry. I was just accustomed to eating at that time. It passed.
I slept like a baby last night.
I think my body is really appreciating the opportunity to not be preoccupied with having to digest whatever I've eaten every few hours.
I woke up this morning feeling so incredibly rested.
I'm not hungry. I feel light. I have a clarity of mind that's increasing.
I see less visible inflammation. And I feel less inflamed. Already!
And it's awesome not thinking about what I'm going to eat, shopping today for food or cooking.
So far so good. If things don't radically take a turn for the more challenging, I think fasting till tomorrow evening will be totally achievable.
The one thing I think I am experiencing in a small, insignificant way is a slight increase in adrenaline.
Not even really uncomfortable. Just detectable.