Things, Various
Apr. 24th, 2007 07:33 pmIntermittent Fasting: I'm into my third week of fasting every other day. It's been a surprising adventure. I started it the very day I heard of it. I read about IF on Steven Barnes' blog (Dar Kush) and googled up some other websites that discussed it. I'd long known about the calorie restriction experiments, but I knew that living on a permanent low-calorie diet was simply untenable, no matter how dramatic the benefits. But here was a scheme with all the same benefits (as far as we know) requiring much less effort.
So I started it the very day I discovered it. I wasn't really planning to. I thought I'd mull it over and then decide. But I got home that Thursday night and decided, "What the hell--why not?" It was only for twenty-four hours. If I didn't like the results, I didn't have to continue. So I began my first fast. Ever.
That first evening was tough. No doubt it was more psychological than anything else. Whereas before I could eat if I wanted, now I couldn't! And my stomach wasn't happy about that at all. The next day at work I found to be easier even though it had been much longer since I last ate. And that pattern has continued ever since. The early evening is hardest for me, while the following day is comparatively easier.
But I got through that first day of fasting and then ate on Friday evening and Saturday. Then at 6 p.m. Saturday I started fasting again. And I've continued that cycle ever since. I'm really amazed at how easy it is. Yeah, sometimes I get really hungry (even during the day sometimes) and I occasionally eat a couple of crackers or a few peanuts. But still--it's much easier than I thought it would be. And far, far easier than I imagine it would be to try to follow a diet..
This is very black and white: today eat or today I don't. It's simple enough that I could continue it indefinitely, and I think I will.
Scars: Sometimes, as now, my lovely and talented wife struggles with the consequences of her awful childhood. She is one of the most intelligent, competent, intentional human beings I know. But it comes at a very high price. Dealing with her family--even those she likes--takes a terrible toll on her emotional reserves. It can leave her feeling anxious, inadequate and overwhelmed. I occasionally try to remind her that the feelings she's experiencing are based on her childhood; I liken them to scars. If she had been physically abused, she'd have scars people could see. That her scars are psychological doesn't make them any less real, or any less painful or troublesome.
Physical scars can make it more difficult to live a normal life if they're severe enough. So do psychological scars; it takes more effort, more energy, more determination to do things than it costs people without those scars. That's not to say it can't be done--
snippy has made a wonderful life for herself. But there's a higher...emotional overhead for her than for a lot of people. And dealing with people or situations that use up too much emotional energy drain her reserves. And then it takes time for her to recover.
Which is when I try to take extra special care of her. Which means doing her household chores, and screening phone calls and visitors (those who would be a drain on her are not welcome at these times), and generally trying to give her as much time and space as she needs to recover, and reminding her often of how much I admire her and love her. Because I do.
So I started it the very day I discovered it. I wasn't really planning to. I thought I'd mull it over and then decide. But I got home that Thursday night and decided, "What the hell--why not?" It was only for twenty-four hours. If I didn't like the results, I didn't have to continue. So I began my first fast. Ever.
That first evening was tough. No doubt it was more psychological than anything else. Whereas before I could eat if I wanted, now I couldn't! And my stomach wasn't happy about that at all. The next day at work I found to be easier even though it had been much longer since I last ate. And that pattern has continued ever since. The early evening is hardest for me, while the following day is comparatively easier.
But I got through that first day of fasting and then ate on Friday evening and Saturday. Then at 6 p.m. Saturday I started fasting again. And I've continued that cycle ever since. I'm really amazed at how easy it is. Yeah, sometimes I get really hungry (even during the day sometimes) and I occasionally eat a couple of crackers or a few peanuts. But still--it's much easier than I thought it would be. And far, far easier than I imagine it would be to try to follow a diet..
This is very black and white: today eat or today I don't. It's simple enough that I could continue it indefinitely, and I think I will.
Scars: Sometimes, as now, my lovely and talented wife struggles with the consequences of her awful childhood. She is one of the most intelligent, competent, intentional human beings I know. But it comes at a very high price. Dealing with her family--even those she likes--takes a terrible toll on her emotional reserves. It can leave her feeling anxious, inadequate and overwhelmed. I occasionally try to remind her that the feelings she's experiencing are based on her childhood; I liken them to scars. If she had been physically abused, she'd have scars people could see. That her scars are psychological doesn't make them any less real, or any less painful or troublesome.
Physical scars can make it more difficult to live a normal life if they're severe enough. So do psychological scars; it takes more effort, more energy, more determination to do things than it costs people without those scars. That's not to say it can't be done--
Which is when I try to take extra special care of her. Which means doing her household chores, and screening phone calls and visitors (those who would be a drain on her are not welcome at these times), and generally trying to give her as much time and space as she needs to recover, and reminding her often of how much I admire her and love her. Because I do.