Timing matters

So, Monday evening I decided I was going to fast on Tuesday. I worked from home, and I had a busy day planned to catch up on some of my projects at the end of the day. The plan was to save the commute time and have that time for finishing up some things I’ve been working on, and also give my body a break from the food it’s been having. I’ve been having some stomach trouble and I haven’t been feeling very good, and I felt like I needed a break from it all.

Well, fasting during high-pressure times is definitely not the thing for me. Some folks I know fast during holy months like Lent and Ramadan, and I’m not sure how they do it. They are allowed to eat before sunrise and after sunset, but still… It’s pretty tough.

So, yesterday, after being in a fog all day and not getting nearly as much done as I intended, I ate something at 3:50, and I immediately started to feel better and revive. I finished off one of the tasks that had boggled my mind all day, and I had a very productive evening. All in all, it ended okay.

The most okay thing about it, was realizing what doesn’t work for me. I have to pick my fasting times carefully. I do like to fast intermittently for a day (no longer than that, as it doesn’t make sense in my case), and it does do me a world of good. But I have to plan these things and take care of myself in the process.

On the bright side, I did drink a lot of water, which was good for me. And I got some exercise, which was also good. On the whole, I felt pretty energized for the first half of the day. But I was still in a fog. Then after noon, I really started to drag.

So, while fasting is good for your health and it does me some good, I need to be smart about it and recognize my limits. This is one of those cases where “no limits” doesn’t apply. Smart and fed is better than foggy and proving a point to myself.

 

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Author: brokenbrilliant

I am a long-term multiple (mild) Traumatic Brain Injury (mTBI or TBI) survivor who experienced assaults, falls, car accidents, sports-related injuries in the 1960s, '70s, '80s, and '90s. My last mild TBI was in 2004, but it was definitely the worst of the lot. I never received medical treatment for my injuries, some of which were sports injuries (and you have to get back in the game!), but I have been living very successfully with cognitive/behavioral (social, emotional, functional) symptoms and complications since I was a young kid. I’ve done it so well, in fact, that virtually nobody knows that I sustained those injuries… and the folks who do know, haven’t fully realized just how it’s impacted my life. It has impacted my life, however. In serious and debilitating ways. I’m coming out from behind the shields I’ve put up, in hopes of successfully addressing my own (invisible) challenges and helping others to see that sustaining a TBI is not the end of the world, and they can, in fact, live happy, fulfilled, productive lives in spite of it all.

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