This is day 3 of 3 of my 3-day water fast.
It’s pretty simple. You fast for three days. By the afternoon, I felt like I had been given a slight hit of novocain. But instead of staying contained in my mouth, it flooded through to my brain. It wasn’t intense. I would compare it to being perfume-puffed with a baby does of novocain and some adrenaline. My heart was beating faster than normal, but I felt alive. Not necessarily good, but alive.
In the evening I broke my fast with a smoothie. And contrary to doctor’s orders, I proceeded to have a glass of wine, a steak, french fries and eggs, a half a bottle of wine, and two old fashions. My doctor would be doing more than shaking his head. He would be regretting he ever recommended his cherished Hindu books to me. Aghh Robert. I told you not to fast. And you fast and then do this. No. No, no, no. This is not good. All in his wonderful Indian accent. (Really, I do like his accent.)
Would I fast again?
The short answer is yes. While the first night and most of the second day were completely utterly miserable, the third day was nice. And even though I drank a lot the night I broke my fast, I slept like a baby the night of (I’m writing this days after).
What would I do differently?
I would not work. Working for a company I don’t care much for was miserable when fasting because I was seeing things more clearly. I care more about my own writing. I care about making people feel something and teaching them something that will improve their everyday life. When I sit down and think about it and forget about all the Q1s and Q2s and KPIs, I am not passionate about software and marketing. It’s something I do and something I like more than other things. So yeah, if I fasted again, I would set aside the time to relax and work on a project that is meaningful to me.