Fasting and Mindfulness
I used to think fasting was some sort of punishment. Like something only gym fanatics or monks did to prove a point. But it turns out, it’s less about control and more about awareness. When I’m fasting, I notice all the times I’d normally reach for food for no real reason. Bored? Snack. Tired? Snack. Someone irritated me? Snack again. When you take that option off the table, you suddenly have to sit with yourself. Not always fun, but surprisingly eye-opening. And when I do eat again, it feels different. I actually taste my food. I don’t crave junk anymore. My body feels lighter, and somehow I’ve got more energy than when I was eating every few hours. Go figure. Fasting sort of sneaks mindfulness in through the back door. It’s not about how long you can go without eating. It’s about paying attention — to your body, your habits, and that little voice that says “just one more biscuit.” Turns out, you don’t need another biscuit. You probably just need a glass of water and to tak...