My Crazy 96-Hour Fasting Journey
Alright, so people keep asking me about this 96-hour fast thing I did and what happened. So, I figured, why not just lay it all out? I’m no doctor, no expert, just a regular person who got fed up and decided to try something, you know? My pants were starting to feel like a sausage casing, and I just felt… blah. Saw some folks online talking about longer fasts, and something in my brain just went, “Yeah, let’s do that.” Seemed extreme, but hey, sometimes you gotta shake things up.
So, how’d it go down?
I basically just stopped eating. Sounds simple, right? Well, yes and no.
- Day 1: Honestly, not too bad. I was kinda riding on the “I’m doing a thing!” motivation. Drank a ton of water, had some black coffee. Felt a bit hungry by evening, but nothing crazy. I was like, “Pfft, this is easy.” Famous last words.
- Day 2: Okay, Day 2 hit different. Woke up feeling empty, which I guess was the point. The hunger pangs were real. My stomach was making noises I didn’t know it could make. I kept busy, drank more water, maybe a pinch of salt in it sometimes. Every food ad on TV felt like a personal attack. I swear I could smell my neighbor’s cooking from a mile away.
- Day 3: This was the mountain. Seriously thought about quitting, like, a dozen times. I was grumpy, tired, and just wanted a darn sandwich. My head felt a bit foggy in the morning. But I pushed through. Kept telling myself, “You’re already halfway, don’t be a quitter.” By the afternoon, something weird happened. The intense hunger kinda… dulled? I wasn’t full of energy, but I wasn’t dying for food either. Strange.
- Day 4: The home stretch! Woke up feeling surprisingly okay. Not super hungry, more like… over it. Just tired of drinking water and black coffee. I was mostly just anticipating breaking the fast. I spent a good hour just thinking about what I’d eat first. Nothing crazy, mind you. I knew I had to be careful.
Breaking the Fast and The Big Reveal (the results!)
When the 96 hours were up, I didn’t go crazy. Started with some bone broth. Waited a bit. Then had some scrambled eggs a few hours later. It felt good. Really good. My body was like, “Oh, hey, food! We remember you!”
So, the results. Drumroll, please… I dropped 8 pounds. Yeah, eight! Now, I know a chunk of that is water weight, duh. I’m not an idiot. But still, seeing that number on the scale felt pretty awesome. More than the number, though, I just felt… lighter. Less bloated. My pants definitely fit better. There was also this weird mental clarity thing, especially after Day 3. Like my brain got a reboot.
So, what’s the takeaway?
Look, this isn’t for everyone. And you should probably talk to a doctor if you have, like, actual health issues. I just did it. I’m the kind of person who, if I decide something, I just jump in. Sometimes it works, sometimes it’s a disaster. This time? It kinda worked. It was tough, no doubt. Especially Day 2 and the morning of Day 3. But pushing through that felt like a win in itself.
It’s funny, I was actually telling my buddy about this. He’s one of those guys who researches everything to death, buys all the gear, reads all the forums, and then never actually does the thing. Me? I just dive in. Like that time I tried to build a shed with no plans. That… that didn’t go as well. But this fasting thing? It was an experience. It showed me I had more willpower than I thought. And yeah, losing a few pounds in the process wasn’t bad either.
Would I do it again? Maybe. Not right away, that’s for sure. But it’s good to know I can. It’s like having another tool in the toolbox, you know? For when you’re feeling stuck in a rut. Anyway, that’s my story. Hope it gives someone out there a bit of insight, or at least a chuckle at my craziness.
