Weeks 1, 2 & 3 were a relative breeze. Week 4 was horrible. Saturday and Sunday were miserable. I spent the whole time napping. 4 naps in 2 days? A bit much for me.
Temptation has been everywhere and my desire to eat isn't waning. I'm craving salt - it almost seems like I can smell salt. To the point where I wouldn't make good choices. The salted cucumber I craved in week 1 has been replaced by a desire for potato chips.
The consistency is helping, and there is weight loss. But looking back over the last 3 weeks it doesn't seem worth the effort. If rate I'm losing doesn't increase my 12 weeks fasting will have a total impact of:
Temptation has been everywhere and my desire to eat isn't waning. I'm craving salt - it almost seems like I can smell salt. To the point where I wouldn't make good choices. The salted cucumber I craved in week 1 has been replaced by a desire for potato chips.
The consistency is helping, and there is weight loss. But looking back over the last 3 weeks it doesn't seem worth the effort. If rate I'm losing doesn't increase my 12 weeks fasting will have a total impact of:
- reducing my activity level,
- losing some of my positive habits around exercise,
- increasing some of my bad food cravings,
- missing my kids and stressing my husband, and
- losing on average 2lbs a week.
Would 24lbs be worth it? Would 50lbs?
Is it worth running slower, feeling weaker? Missing family meals? Giving up an extra evening a week that could be spent exercising, being with my kids and giving my husband a break?
Right now the answer is a big fat IF. This is only worthwhile IF it gives me a higher longer quality of life. And my confidence about that is falling.
Not something I can answer yet, but at (what I hope is) the end of the worst week yet, it's hard to be positive. But it's not impossible.
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