Thank you, people that support my efforts in fasting..
It is day 3, and I feel as though it went by real fast.. There was some disappointing, and perplexing news which made me feel week, like i needed a cigarette or coffee.
But, all in all, aside from a hike gone awry, and minor flip outs of my daughter, who hasn't eaten much out of sympathy. And then low blood sugar happened, for her.
I realized that I have one fasting story..
I was on a 6 day fast in Maine, when my daughter and I decided to borrow a dory..a kind of rowboat with 2 pointed ends, used for fishing and travel, for the day. Our land was near the ocean, and so messing around in the sea, finding nasty whale carcasess, old dumps from yesteryear, and wild harvesting greens, and mussels and clams, were activities that were awesome.
So we decided to go in the boat, with Hektor the old lab as mascot, and I wanted to remain close to the shore, for a number of reasons. We didn't have water, I was weaker, esp by that time, and there was a fierce current going to the large ocean from the inlet where Lubec was..which was the town we were at..
But my daughter decided to take the oars, and paddle out toward an island that was epic. Which would have been wonderful any other time. But you can't drink seawater, and we were ill prepared.
So we found ourselves floating around. My daughter was 10 at the time, too little against the current, and me, fasting.. we were skrewed. I tried to head toward the weirs, places that they raised fish in large circular cages in the water, but no go.. So I flagged down a lobster boat, and was towed.
til tomorrow..
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
10 day fast results
10 day fast results..
1. Improved and greatly strengthened digestion.
2. Enhanced clarity of mind and increased focus.
3. Greater contentment in the present moment.
4. Intensified taste sensations (simple food tastes super!)
5. Relief from intestinal pain.
6. More appreciation for nature and simplicity.
7. Reduced fear and anxiety about life in general.
8. Decreased attachment to material possessions.
9. More patience with the normal pace of life.
10. More awareness and engagement in activities.
1. Improved and greatly strengthened digestion.
2. Enhanced clarity of mind and increased focus.
3. Greater contentment in the present moment.
4. Intensified taste sensations (simple food tastes super!)
5. Relief from intestinal pain.
6. More appreciation for nature and simplicity.
7. Reduced fear and anxiety about life in general.
8. Decreased attachment to material possessions.
9. More patience with the normal pace of life.
10. More awareness and engagement in activities.
Day 2 fast
I just got back from a long and beautiful hike with the husky, who loves cold air, snow, and swimmy drinks.. which happens when you satisfyingly combine wading, swimming and lapping water from a stream or lake.
I was looking for a short cut to my daughter's work so she could snowshoe in rather than take the road, where it will be icy, and there are stoopid cars. Found a lot of paths, got sweaty. Thought about wild harvesting, wreaths, and the apocolypse.
For what its worth, the newer clarity in vision and sound and smell are great.. esp since i quit even smoking a little. I want to be sick in bed sweating out toxins, feverish from that..cozy direction and self quilting.
my stomach is hungry. But, I formulated a vision to utilize each time i may want to stray. The vision involves strength..physical strength that I am after..the challenge of mind over matter, and the idea that the fast will get me a real big alien high.. where you feel as though you can survive off of air, and never need food gain. you feel almost holy.
I was looking for a short cut to my daughter's work so she could snowshoe in rather than take the road, where it will be icy, and there are stoopid cars. Found a lot of paths, got sweaty. Thought about wild harvesting, wreaths, and the apocolypse.
For what its worth, the newer clarity in vision and sound and smell are great.. esp since i quit even smoking a little. I want to be sick in bed sweating out toxins, feverish from that..cozy direction and self quilting.
my stomach is hungry. But, I formulated a vision to utilize each time i may want to stray. The vision involves strength..physical strength that I am after..the challenge of mind over matter, and the idea that the fast will get me a real big alien high.. where you feel as though you can survive off of air, and never need food gain. you feel almost holy.
Fasting day one, and why..
I realized that I was going nuts. not making any progress sorting my life out. experiencing one stroke of bad luck after another, and trying to stay positive, count my blessings, figure it out.. i am great in a pinch, even better being the platoon leader, if you will, but this time i had more than a year of strikes, and 2 paths were before me.. figure it out sanely, or go down the dark road of running away, scary vices, and bad bad skin tone.
and because i firmly believe in our future, my daughter and mine, and because i had such a large large precedent of figuring out my life in the face of danger, catastrophe, bad people, AND I needed a good example to show my daughter.. fasting seemed the way to go.
okay. fasting. the cleansing hippie guru of those that are parasite paranoid...fasting.. no, i didnt have the robes either..
But, I did have a firm belief and had tested myself years before, not just with abject survival training fasting for 2 or 3 days at a time but with an important 10 day fast before my 30th birthday. the big 3-0. and that was good.
Day 1
I woke up, earlier than usual, because I had a chiropracters appointment...another thing i had no choice but to do, to be able to move, hike, even do yoga properly.. and reach a ripe old age. I figured, that if i didnt do it now, i never would..
Went there, got a bunch of winter food- the challenge being that I was real hungry at that point, and the touch, and sight of food was a challenge, for a sec. Then off to a second doctor, for an appointment meet and greet.. And she turned out to be GREAT! knock on wood. I had been used to being treated like crap within the medical establishment, there had always been a huge mistrust on both sides. I had even 'broke up' with many doctors, in order to find better ones. ones that respected that I am smart, and I know what is good for me, i know my body, and they were there to work with me, and answer my questions, and help.
But this one recomended herbal treatment, and looked me in the eye, spelled out process, and was very respectful. So relieving. Needless to say, I was nervous about the meeting. But that worked well. I even told her that I was fasting for 10 days, which alot of times, doesn't sit well with the normal drs.
My daughter and I walked around Burlington, first Church st, where we looked at the occupation, which was being closed because of a suicide, and what not.. I asked the people that were there what they planned on doing next, and they said that they werent allowed to camp in the park. I made a comment saying how the word 'allowed' was the problem. They said they'd regroup. I left.
Realistically I expected someone to at least tell me that I had no right making judgment on what they happened to be doing cause I wasn't there, making comments on them. But they didn't. They seemed sheepish and passive. Maybe this is the big problem.
We then walked on the Intervale road, down where they keep all the community gardens, although as beautiful and cozy as it was, there were signs all over saying not to eat the veggies, because they were contaminated with flood waters from the hurricane. The city gave the gardens and farmers fallow land, floodplain where the sewage plant is. Look in your town and note where you have community gardens, if any. Almost always, they are near land with a rife aroma in the summertime, and floods can happen too easily. Everything destroyed and not usable. But it was cozy, and it reminded me of upstate NY, where I desperately want a farm, myself. We heard alot of starlings, and they flew off in their dancing way, into the sunset. Although some strayed from the group going somewhere else, as though they had some business to take care of.. why is that..?
and because i firmly believe in our future, my daughter and mine, and because i had such a large large precedent of figuring out my life in the face of danger, catastrophe, bad people, AND I needed a good example to show my daughter.. fasting seemed the way to go.
okay. fasting. the cleansing hippie guru of those that are parasite paranoid...fasting.. no, i didnt have the robes either..
But, I did have a firm belief and had tested myself years before, not just with abject survival training fasting for 2 or 3 days at a time but with an important 10 day fast before my 30th birthday. the big 3-0. and that was good.
Day 1
I woke up, earlier than usual, because I had a chiropracters appointment...another thing i had no choice but to do, to be able to move, hike, even do yoga properly.. and reach a ripe old age. I figured, that if i didnt do it now, i never would..
Went there, got a bunch of winter food- the challenge being that I was real hungry at that point, and the touch, and sight of food was a challenge, for a sec. Then off to a second doctor, for an appointment meet and greet.. And she turned out to be GREAT! knock on wood. I had been used to being treated like crap within the medical establishment, there had always been a huge mistrust on both sides. I had even 'broke up' with many doctors, in order to find better ones. ones that respected that I am smart, and I know what is good for me, i know my body, and they were there to work with me, and answer my questions, and help.
But this one recomended herbal treatment, and looked me in the eye, spelled out process, and was very respectful. So relieving. Needless to say, I was nervous about the meeting. But that worked well. I even told her that I was fasting for 10 days, which alot of times, doesn't sit well with the normal drs.
My daughter and I walked around Burlington, first Church st, where we looked at the occupation, which was being closed because of a suicide, and what not.. I asked the people that were there what they planned on doing next, and they said that they werent allowed to camp in the park. I made a comment saying how the word 'allowed' was the problem. They said they'd regroup. I left.
Realistically I expected someone to at least tell me that I had no right making judgment on what they happened to be doing cause I wasn't there, making comments on them. But they didn't. They seemed sheepish and passive. Maybe this is the big problem.
We then walked on the Intervale road, down where they keep all the community gardens, although as beautiful and cozy as it was, there were signs all over saying not to eat the veggies, because they were contaminated with flood waters from the hurricane. The city gave the gardens and farmers fallow land, floodplain where the sewage plant is. Look in your town and note where you have community gardens, if any. Almost always, they are near land with a rife aroma in the summertime, and floods can happen too easily. Everything destroyed and not usable. But it was cozy, and it reminded me of upstate NY, where I desperately want a farm, myself. We heard alot of starlings, and they flew off in their dancing way, into the sunset. Although some strayed from the group going somewhere else, as though they had some business to take care of.. why is that..?
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