I received a couple of comments today from interested readers that really caught my attention. The first came from Tiffany, who noted that she had also decided to go on a liquid fast for Lent. People thought she was crazy, but now she has me as a crutch to point to, so I’m glad I can be of assistance. What was most intriguing to me is the difference between our experiences:
“I started off VERY hungry. I was drinking tomato soup (and I HATE that soup) every two hrs. the first week. I made fruit smoothies and drank loads of green tea, water and Boost protein shakes. In the first week, I lost 10 lbs. I was grumpy, I was starving, but I wanted to keep to this. My blood sugar dropped four days into the first week. After that first week, I realized I could do this. I stopped being as hungry. I didn’t need tomato or miso soup all the time any more. In fact, I only drink water, tea, vitamin water and a water mix with protein (from Special K) throughout my day now. I’ve lost a total of 25 lbs., and I’m only halfway through Lent and I feel FANTASTIC. My sense of smell is ridiculous compared to that of a dog’s because I can smell someone’s lunch in the office, that’s several offices away. I see a food commercial without wanting to punch the TV. I can talk about food without wanting to run to the first McDonald’s. I can be around people eating their lunch for a limited time, but its still better than quarantining that area.”
We’re both doing fine on Day 29, neither lacking for spunk or energy. But what I couldn’t help but notice at how much better off I seemed to be. I was really only hungry on Day 1, was never grumpy and am trailing on weight loss by seven pounds. Now, look, I know good and well that our bodies and lifestyles are different, but it certainly is interesting, and the only parts of her experience that I can say I envy would be the variety that I’ve denied myself, as well as a little protein that didn’t come from my own body.
The second message came from Yvonne:
“In 1988, I was diagnosed with Lupus–the really bad kind. I was unable to walk, spent some time in ICU, and many believed I was on my way out of this world.
Over the years, I have had a couple of “incidents” coming out of remission a couple of times. They blamed it on the sun, stress, etc. I finally confessed (with much embarrassment) to one of my doctors that I always seemed to be fine when I was drinking beer, regularly. If I stopped, within weeks, days, I seemed to have a problem. He said, ‘Hmmmm–Maybe it has somethig to do with the beer–the hops or something.’ I think he was right.”
Much has been written about the health benefits of beer (in moderation) recently, and this Lupus story might be a good springboard for further study as to why Yvonne seemed to fair better with a little beer in her life.
I know I fair better with beer in my life, and this delicious elixir seems to be doing its monk-discovered job of providing what I need. It is tasty and nutritious, and while I look forward to a little variety, I can’t complain about this experience.
Someone asked me yesterday if there was a concern that I wouldn’t make it to the end. “I’d have to get hit by a bus to stop,” was my response.
For those keeping track (and they are), I weighed 142 pounds today.