Woohoo, and that’s another pound. 🙂
Limping to a close is Day 9 of Intermittent Fasting. It’s been go, go, go since I scarfed down yeaterday’s steak and veggies at 8:50 am, bid farewell and “Happy Easter!” to my roommates after 9, and hurtled to the airport with the help of an obliging friend at the crack of 9:15.
Homeward Bound. (That’s a pretty good movie, by the way. Excellent soundtrack. Great voice acting.)
Two hours later, I find myself floating in the old familiar arrival airport. Most likely, I’d been brain-fried between engaging in brief bouts of delirious dozing and listening to ear-ringing, exasperated screams from all of my tiny fellow flyers.
(Most of these singing angels were in close proximity to my person. There’s nothing here you can’t relate to, hopefully. 😉 )
But then, the fog lifted because I was among family once more. Back home!
Back home. I love saying and feeling that phrase. (You know, there’s a song about that.) Up here, true spring rings crisp, cold and clear. So many blossoms, too.
Somewhere between a chicken lunch, a carb-y snack, and a salmon dinner, I felt light-headed again – or maybe just really tired. That tiredness has willfully remained, and it’s not even 10 pm. Am I old? I must be!
Remember when I said I might shorten my fasting from 16 hours to 12? Good, because I forgot what I said, exactly (probably because I’m old).
So, to wrap up today, I managed to scrape out an eating period of just over 12 hours. So. We’ll see how I feel tomorrow.
Happy Easter, friends.