Oh boy, day 2 of fasting was hellish from the very start. What’s very curious is that I was coping well on the first whereas, my mother, was feeling like death. She wanted to quit on day 1 and I wanted to quit after day 2. Fortunately, I had her as my rock to get me through all my doubts and pain of the 2nd day. This is the reason it’s so important to have support when trying something like this. I also noticed that the broth seemed especially disgusting to me by now and I couldn’t sip it with without gagging unless I pinched my nose and gulped lemon-infused water immediately after.
Despite being especially sluggish, tired and full of aches from lacking the extra calories and fuel, I tried to avoid the broth by drinking water as long as I could stand it. When I couldn’t take the headaches and fatigue anymore I would sack up, pinch that nose and drink some more broth. The result? I would have a sudden change of spirit and a surge of energy to get me through the day.
Today was hard, I wasn’t allowed to take Advil or anything to give me relief from fatigue-induced pains or that empty stomach. This is because taking NSAIDS like Advil would ruin the whole point of doing this fast by damaging the digestive system (lining of the stomach and intestines) which I’m attempting to heal.
This was the first time in my life I allowed myself to be a couch potato without the guilt and anxiety. I didn’t have a choice today, I was glued to the lazy boy covered in blankets for 3 hours without the usual energy to push me.
Day 2 done, I hope tomorrow won’t be as horrible.