Day 10:
It’s decision day! To
quit or not to quit? I’m going
with….drum roll please……NOT TO QUIT!
Sigh….I know. I know!
Now I’m just asking for abuse.
But…I’ve got a really good reason for it. My body is looking incredible! I’ve made some pretty significant headway in
the last 10 days and I’m kind of addicted to the progress. The progress feels more valuable than noshing
on some fruit and veggies right now. I
emphasize the words “right now.” Who
knows? By tomorrow I may be singing a
different tune.
I was reading over the previous days’ posts and I realized
something that I neglected to mention is the extra-weird, sticky, yellow film
that collects on my teeth throughout the day.
I asked my boyfriend (who has done extended fasts in the past) whether
he has ever had this as a symptom and he confirmed it. It is really
gross. Imagine sticky, yellow plaque on
the crowns of your molars and the backs of your incisors every day…all day…even after brushing…multiple
times. It’s gross. I have no other description for it. I’m not even going to try to fancy it up with
collegiate vocabulary. It’s just
gross. Since it has been happening near
daily, today, I put on my Google crown (everyone says I'm the Google queen) to investigate the origin of my gross
symptom. After surfing around and
reading a few different articles on the topic (Sidebar: I learned today that
while fasting, the body metabolizes stored fat 1300% faster for women and 2000%
faster for men. See why I’m
continuing?), I came across an article about fasting wherein this guy talks
about his fasting experiences. He talked
about the icky (there, I found another word to describe it) film on the teeth
and indicated that the film is a sort of discharge that comes from inside of
the tooth as your body works to eliminate toxins. So this gunk lives in our teeth, and
evidently it’s not supposed to or else it would stay inside. Ugh!
Disgusting! Needless to say, I
brushed my teeth with more intention and vigor after reading this. Wow!
What else is my body getting rid of?
I feel like I must’ve been a walking, talking nuclear plant before I
embarked upon this. Yuck! I’m glad it’s coming out although it’s really,
really gross…or icky…whichever you prefer.
I’m finding that I’m less and less hungry during the day,
but by evening, I’m thinking more about food.
I think I’m used to it though.
It’s probably because I now have the option of stopping at any time. That is pretty
empowering. My boyfriend is trying to
convince me to go at it for 21 days. I
don’t think I have it in me. Wait, I’m
not being honest. I have it in me. I’m feeling a little like Berger, I’m just
not that into it. Going at this for 14 days
is going above the requirements outlined in my opinion. Anything after today deserves kudos, and I’ve
been getting them left and right from colleagues, my trainer, my boyfriend and
my old clothes. That’s right, I can fit
into things that I haven’t fit into in years. All that PLUS I don’t care about anything
stupid any more. I mean almost
everything that I worried or stressed myself out about (which isn’t much, but
it’s enough) no longer carries the same weight with me. I feel like I’ve released my attachments to a
lot of things, and it feels good. I feel
like I’ve climbed a rung or two on the enlightenment ladder. This is the kind of thing that I most value
in this process. I hope it stays this
way post-fast. I know it will. I’ve decided.
I’ve worked very hard to get here, and I’m holding onto this...forever!
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