today is my 21st day of WF. Tomorrow I am going to break it and switch to veggie juices for 7 days and then I will start WF again.
Physically, I feel fabulous. Yesterday, I was driving 40 miles without any problems. I lost about 20 pounds so far; I was about 200 when I started. Today I'm 182. I'm 5'7" tall.
In the last six years I never lost more than 4-5 pounds and of course I gained them back. But much more than that I feel so free. Food is just a distant memory. Addiction to food is absolutely incomprehensible, food commercials make me throw up. McDonald disgusts me, and that was the place where usually I would spend $300 - $400 per month. All personnel there knew me. If I deviated my regular order they would notice. My monthly food bill was usually between $900 and $1200. And I live alone. With that money I could have fed hundreds of children in Africa, for years. My god, what was I thinking... Looking back there is nothing but quilt and shame. Perhaps, that is the hardest thing to swallow--the truth about ourselves.
I'm going to break my fast mostly because of fear. In the evening, before I go to sleep I have that uneasy feeling that I may not wake up, that my electrolytes will go too low or something similar. I do plan to keep my carbs intake very low--up to 20 grams so I may still stay in some partial ketosis until my next fast.
Encouragement to everyone else: after 20 days of WF my skin is absolutely perfect, so silky and smooth, pore less and my wrinkles are almost all gone. In my twenties I won some beauty pageants and I did some modeling as well, but I think I look better than ever, now at 48.
I read diligently all your posts. Love you all. M.