Well, I’ve gone gluten-free, despite my husband’s eye-rolling, and I already feel a bit calmer, but one further change I’ve made has been instituting a real fast day in my week. Every week, all year.
I’ve decided to be really Catholic about it, and stick to Fridays, since I already give up meat on that day and that makes it easy to remember and allows me feel all holy about it. I always feel more physically fit and alert during Lent, which makes me think that I just eat too darn much the rest of the year.
I skipped breakfast, ate a bowl of grits for lunch at around 12:30 pm, and then had a light dinner of fish and veggies at about 6 pm. Around 5:30 pm, I started to feel this strange sensation in my stomach, and then I realized that it was hunger. Haven’t felt that in a while. Very interesting.
I woke up the next morning, two pounds lighter, and with a stomach so flat that it was nearly concave. A lot of my excess weight must be water and a backed-up digestive system that can’t handle all the food I stuff down there. My appetite didn’t increase the next day at all, the weight has stayed off, and I’m looking forward to repeating the act next Friday.
That is all.