Fasting can be an extremely lonely experience. I work on the road in the oil business. I spend hours alone in a pickup truck or hotel room.
I started this fasting because life on the road takes its toll on the body. My Steemer friend @XtrodinaryPilot knows this all too well. Food and drink on the road is filled with preservatives. Also, food becomes a break in the day, camaraderie with other workers, and a friend. So you look forward to it.....and eat too much.
I walked off of the drill floor where I was 6'0", 185 pounds, 30 years old, and jacked. I'm now 38, much wealthier, but my health has headed south ever since I took the higher paying travel/management work.
So I figure if I can't navigate the roadways of America to find healthy options, then I'll simply take a break!
I'm on day 10! Double Digits!
Interesting things are starting to happen though. Dreams are becoming creepy. The mind fights itself in dreamland in the absence of food. I've had flying donuts melting away in mid air and then disappearing. I've also had melting cheese cover the room I was sleeping in.
While awake, the mind is in a constant fight of trying to embrace the new energy while fighting it's instinct to get food. The battle over letting you take your fast versus it's desire to not die.
But I'm staying the course. Here is Day 1 and Day 10 pictures.
Day 1
Day 10
