Today (I wrote this text on the 28th of December, 2023), I will write about my appetite for fasting.
The truth is that I’ve been doing intermittent fasting for three years (since Christmas 2020). The longer I do it, the more I feel I want more and more periods without eating. I plan to schedule some longer fastings in the upcoming 2024 year, but I won’t write more details today. The truth is that I want to fast for more than nineteen hours (I eat between 7 p.m. and 12 p.m.). The longer I do it, the more appetite I have for not eating. Widespread overeating slowly kills people, especially in the third decade of the 21st century. The same is broadly defined as well-being. I can imagine millions of people living in broadly defined Western civilization who are lazy, overeat, and hide their fat bodies from the cold as much as possible. I do not want to be one of them.
I’ve already written a text, “Do not be afraid of pain, challenges, and loss,” where I stated I do not want to hide and get stuck in my life because I look for convenience.
On the contrary, every time I walk and do street photography on Warsaw’s streets, I feel I am getting out of my comfort zone. Quite a similar issue is with fasting. It is not the case I feel starvation every time I fast. No. I must admit I do not feel even hungry while doing it. While fasting and, e.g., smelling delicious and tasty meals, my mind can tell me that I should eat this delicious meal. Still, I know it is only my mind speaking it. We call it appetite. Sick people often do not have an appetite for food. I have always had an appetite for food. Still, my mind became so powerful that I feel a more immense desire to fast today.
