Fasting: A Diet on a Diet

The human response to anything negative is to torture ourselves in another way. When my doctor told me that diabetes had caught with my aging body, she prescribed medicine to counter the sugar levels out of control. I lacked insulin. The side effects of these pills were always more harmful than the ailment. My doctor, who I got rid of, had told me that I needed to do everything she asked without questioning her motives, or I would need to never return to her office. She then told me that her clinic was required to make money for the network they represented.

Change is a hard pill to swallow. However, the alternative to an unhealthy lifestyle is finding the root cause of the problem. Miraculously, after reading about the effects my body mass index or the fat that lived in me continually had on a failing body, I decided to diet. I went from Paleo to Keto and on to think, oh no, my bank account cannot support these expensive products anymore. The reasonable thing to do was to account for when food entered my body and how much I could intake and burn off.

I quit eating garbage foods that were full of carbohydrates and other fillers from processing catastrophes that usually hung around my midsection. I started fasting. Eating between 6:00 a.m. and 2:00 p.m. gave my body plenty of time to survive what fat cells I had. I dropped my weight and started to feel healthy again. My A1C dropped, and the symptoms of diabetes went away. My previous doctor told me that diabetes would eventually shut down my organs, and I would never escape its grasp. She was not so honest, so much for the Hippocratic Oath.

I hit a brick wall, water weight left, and I chugged a lot of water daily to be conscious of my health. With steady exercise and fasting, I won the war against my body. There is no magic trick. Diets are fads that do not work. The human body requires stress to survive. Eating in a window allowed me to see the benefits of knowing me. I needed to become a caveman, forging for food every once in a while. Now, I am healthier than most doctors, I would say. I tried quite a few doctors over the years. One doctor tried to explain the process honestly, as he used himself as a test subject. He weighed 350 pounds and died from the disease.

The disease is a mindset we prescribe in the aisles of our supermarkets. Eat clean, exercise often, and feed your consciousness with well-informed facts. I encourage you to starve for just long enough to enjoy the food that nourishes the body.