Do you ever feel like you are not who you are supposed to be? Happens to me all the time.
I am not talking about vocation or name or even sex, necessarily. I am referring to a more existential sense of misalignment. There are moments, increasingly often as I once again battle my weight, that I feel like there is a completely different version of me stuck inside this meat and bone bag fighting to get out.
In my soul I am different than myself. I am a fit, charismatic, kind, and motivated individual with an inescapable need to help people and the world. I get glimpses of this version of myself regularly enough to know that person is real, tucked away deep inside of me.
So why can I not be this version of myself?
I think the answer to this question is very complicated. If I had to dumb it down and choose a singular culprit, I would say it is compulsive habits. There is no doubt many others share this same issue. I live my life in many ways on a proverbial hamster wheel. These habitual actions lead me astray sometimes. My eating schedule, sleep schedule, interactions with my wife, and work all play a part in forming this structure of life I cannot escape.
Normally, structure is a good thing. It provides a grounded sense of familiarity and safety in an otherwise unruly world. But when you are trying to make fundamental change to the way you live your life, this rigid way of living makes new habits extraordinarily difficult. This is the crux of my problem.
If you read yesterday’s post, you will know that I wanted to attempt a 30 hour fast followed by a 36 hour fast. This is incredibly difficult for me because my hamster wheel has been spinning for many years. The day started fine. I woke up, wrote yesterday’s post, did a workout, visited with my mother-in-law before she travelled home, went to Disney On Ice, came home and napped. All went well until I woke up from a 2 hour nap and those urges to eat kicked in. I struggled for hours with the jitters and that dreaded sense of emptiness in my belly.
I am very proud to say that with the help of my wife I was able to endure and finally fell back to sleep around 1am. I woke this morning to coffee, a bagel with cream cheese, and a pile of scrambled eggs. Next meal is dinner Tuesday. Oh, and seven pounds came off on the scale! Fasting is nuts
I am going to use this annual calendar transition as an opportunity to step off the hamster wheel for as long as possible. Wish me luck.
Chris
Weight: 221.8 lbs
Workouts: one hour of walking on the treadmill and I moved my whole gym around.