Day One: First 12 hours

Fasting is the act of willingly abstaining from some or all food, drink, or both, for a period of time. I have been fasting by only drinking water annually for five years and will continue to do it until my last days. Some of you might ask yourself why would I, well it’s a combination of things. I like to believe I'm a very strong willed person and at times I like to test my will power but it’s so much more than that. It's the experience between my body and mind that is a bit hard to explain. Nonetheless I will try my best to give you the insight I obtain in hopes others could learn more about the mind. Medically fasting is 12 hours or more, 12 hours has past and so my journey begins.......

I awoke this morning not particularly any hungrier than the morning before but the sensation to grab breakfast was present. Normally breakfast for me consist of breakfast shakes, cereals and biscuits. We been told breakfast is the most important meal of the day and many people skip it, I have never been one of those people, except for today of course. I drank about 2 cups of water and headed to work. Hunger hasn't really hit me physically but mentally I find myself thinking about snacking and of lunch. I have been drinking a lot of water because like many times before cotton mouth is a side effect of your body running low on energy. One time I fasted for 4 1/2 days and I started to get white spots on my skin which I read was normal. My body is using its reserves and in about 6 hours the headaches and stomach pains will commence. This struggle between my body and mind has to do with the fact that my body needs energy to function and choosing not to give it what it needs, I get to understand where these needs arise from which are separate from let’s say eating because I'm depressed or bored etc.

Next posting Day One: 20-hour in

Why should I be sad?

Last couple of days I found myself preoccupied with thoughts of the future and past.I have been getting better at living in the moment but out of curiosity I drifted from this philosophy momentarily. Like a drug addict in relapse I missed the chemical fix I would get from dwelling in emotions of despair and loneliness. Suffering seems to bring out this aliveness out of us while happiness does it just as well. Chaos, unpredictability, curiosity; show me the way into discontentment. Sitting on a bench, happiness overwhelmed me. It was that very second I got back into the moment and realized the answer to my troubling question. Its the sense of contentment that we must avoid at all cost for it will leave you feeling lifeless, a gear in a ghost machine.