Day three proved to be interesting. And a little disappointing. I woke up wishing I had more sleep—partly my fault, partly the large quantities of green tea consumption. But lack of sleep was the least of my worries. A little virus by the name of Norwalk decided to pay a visit. Still, at 6:30 in the morning I leapt out of bed with such mental alertness I felt I’d get through the day just fine.
Jumped in the shower. Here I started to note I felt off. Maybe the fast has gotten to me? Maybe today will be my last day.
In the kitchen 30 minutes later to finish prepping the day’s worth of solution. That empty tummy of mine feels no bueno. I started to feel hot and went to my room to change out of my fuzzy pink spotted super warm housecoat. Grabbed a thermometer too, results of which proved I had a low-grade fever. Is this the fast or not?
Tried to continue squeezing lemons… buuutt, had to give up suddenly because the only throne I’ve even known was calling my name. What can the body expel if you’ve been fasting for 60 hours? I’ll save you from that image. But apparently, there is waste. Though minimal.
I called out to my roommate because the pain I was experiencing in my lower abdomen was extreme. Like knife piercing. But it came in waves, and then I felt more or less okay. Until the next round. I tried to continue drinking the solution, but listening to my body, I couldn’t do it: too acidic. Then just plain water. Then Yun made me a quick broth that I graciously accepted from my fetal position on the floor. I had two spoonfuls, and let me tell you, they were the best spoonfuls of my life.
And that was the end of the fast. Chicken broth.
And me curled up on the cold bathroom tiles wishing I were dead. Yes, slightly dramatic. But the waves of pain were most uncomfortable and teeth gritting. Yun left for work, but before she did, I let a couple friends know what was going on in my morning in case I needed some urgent care. I didn’t know what the F was going on.
I was told the Norwalk virus had been going around. And considering my symptoms (low-grade fever; stomach cramping; nausea; diarrhea) it could be quite plausible. And then the vomiting happened. A lot of it surprisingly. I was further convinced this wasn’t fasting related.
The stomach cramping slowly subsided. And I crawled into bed soon after 8:30 am. I have been healing ever since and have managed to keep down more broth, and more solution. I did have a small bowl of berries for a very late lunch. Yum.
Interesting mention: Nutritionist friend Steph is also a reiki practitioner and sent some (reiki) my way. 15 minutes later sitting on the toilet, I turned to throw up in the sink. She asked me a minute later if it (the reiki) helped at all and texted saying she was burping gas and that she could physically feel me throwing up. Kinda like magic.
The disappointment lies in my getting sick and not being able to continue on with the fast. I do have good intentions to try The Living Proof Fast in the future. Maybe a few months from now, however. I’m also starting to learn about alternate fasts. I’ve really been opened up to just how brilliant they are for us. And may even try my hand at intermittent fasting.
Still not convinced fasting might be worth trying?
I was introduced to the following video by a coworker and new friend Anastasia, and am so grateful for the share. I really believe it adds value to what it means to fast. This video might just change your life for the healthier and better as it, and my recent fasting experience is altering mine. Here Dr. Mercola interviews (Toronto practicing!) Dr. Jason Fung, a pioneer in the study of fasting:
This experience has really put me on a trajectory I am super keen and excited for.
**I don’t recommend anyone attempt the fast without, minimum, becoming a member of the Facebook group, The Living Proof Fast, to gain further information about what you need to know and what you can expect from the fast (if you’re so inclined to try it). Also, it’s a great community for support. Interested? Check it out!