I’ve only been fasting twice a week for a little while now and I’m learning a lot. It’s an incredible practice and I really quite like it. It sands me down, I’m more irritable, and that means there are just so many more opportunities to be good despite myself, to be kind and loving and funny. When I’m not fasting I still feel irritable and shitty, but it can sneak up on me, I can be surprised by it, ambushed, even. And in that moment of surprise I react like an animal. Not to say with particular craziness, but just more reactionary. When I’m fasting I can expect to be hangry, I can focus on it, hold it, understand it and learn from it in a way other fleetingly bad moods can come and go, like weather, instead of climate. 

One thing I’ve done on the days that I’ve fasted is a bit of over indulgence after sunset. I have two servings, I’ll have two large beers, as I’ve done tonight. I was hungry! I was a good boy! I’ve earned it!

I think the next step will be to be more normal after a day of fasting, more respectful, less animal.