It’s been half a year that I’ve been practicing intermittent fasting.

And I’m more in love with it now than I was when it was still some shiny weight loss option that I hadn’t actually tried, but people were talking about as a real solution to see results.

READ: Previous Posts on Intermittent Fasting

The more I practice, the more I learn about my body, the more I learn about what’s good for me. I’ve seen changes in my weight, my body shape, and my relationship to food.

I remember – in the early days of my practice – someone responding to me with an incredulous, “Well, that’s not really sustainable.”

Well, I’m 26 weeks in and counting, so I’m feeling really confident about it being sustainable and the right choice for my lifestyle. And I don’t claim to be the perfect example of fasting…

READ: Week 25 – Live to Fight Another Day

…but I keep moving forward. And to me, it’s the trying, the moving forward, that matters.

So, this past week, I was coming back from my trip to San Diego and prepping for my birthday retreat to Wilmington. It was a hectic week, filled to the brim with work, writing, helping the kid finish up his science project and getting him to swim lessons…

I decided that a 3 day Fast was going to give me the most bang for the buck – not to mention, it would give my body time to process one all-out eat fest before heading to the next. But, I also was feeling a little indulgent. I didn’t want to go without coffee, so I didn’t.

And it was lovely.

Week 26 – The Numbers

Weight start: 210 (from a couple of weeks ago)
Weight end: 213.2

Measurements: N/A

Tuesday: 73
Wednesday: 250
Thursday: 208


About the numbers…

Weight Start to Weight End: Well, I was really hoping to break even after a 3 day Fast, and weigh-in a little closer to the 210 mark. That didn’t happen, and that’s okay. Onward. Might take me a little extra time to hit that 200 milestone, but I also recongnize that I’ve been really indulgent through the holidays and into my birthday season.

Having the cake, eating it too and licking the last little bit of icing off the fork – well, there are consequences. And in my case, it’s extending my time frame a bit. I can live with that.

Measurements: I’m in an odd place with a handful of my jeans. I can still wear them, but they’re a bit baggy in some places (the hips, the bum). It occurs to me that I probably won’t be able to continue wearing them by the time the seasons change.

Calories: Coffee and cream, y’all. Light and sweet. I will also say, there was a jelly bean toast with the kid, who being offered an opportunity to grab some Jelly Belly Jelly Beans at an event, was sure to grab a few of my faves as well (Juicy Pear).

“Mom, I got you some Juicy Pears. How many do you want?” He looked at me with a sweet expression.

My first impulse was to tell him I wasn’t going to have any because I was fasting. But then I realized I would be missing out on a happy little moment, and for what – 5, maybe 10 calories?! Nope. That’s not how I roll.

“Give me one. Let’s have a jelly bean toast!” I grinned at him.

He fished out two Juicy Pears from the pile, handed me one and we clinked our beans together with an exuberant, “CHEERS!”

With happiness in our hearts over this shared mini-celebration and munching contentedly, we moved on to evening chores. And I thought to myself, Yep. This is living well.