3 Days Back on Food, 9 Pounds Back on Body

I feel foolish.

So I lost 20 pounds on my water fast. I expected, once I got back on food, to gain maybe five pounds back.

I got on the scale this morning and gasped in suprise and horror.

Nine pounds.

Nine!

That is 10,000 calories in 3 days - the fast ended Saturday morning and it's now Tuesday morning. Which didn't happen. I think my body was so shocked with how I came off the fast that it's protecting itself a little bit.

The books all say that to come off a fast, you should ease your body in with juices, and work your way up to solid food. Well, I did that - only I did it in a 12 hour period instead of a 12 day period.
Here's how it went:

Saturday morning at 9 am my fast ended. I went and got a double shot of wheat grass to celebrate. I had friends coming in that afternoon for a party I was having. I got the food, all healthy and fresh items, nothing with artificial anything in it. I had some of that that afternoon.

That night, we went out for pizza. Since I've been getting rid of the Candida I am certain is inside of me, I was curious to see what would happen if I tried eating pizza. Would I turn into a monster, craving more and more and more?

Sort of.

That night, I could only eat about 2/3 of the piece I took. Prior to the fast I was just on, I could have easily eaten two full pieces, and even three. But that night, I was relieved to find I just couldn't muster it.

However, the cravings were strong for that carbohydrate treat. On Sunday, I worked all day and was going to a movie that night with a friend. All I could think of was getting a pizza from my favorite pizza place in town.

The movie was at 6:30. This did not allow me enough time to get to the pizza place after the movie. I picked up a small pizza on my way to the movie, and put it in my trunk so I could have some afterwards.

It haunted me all through the movie - I want the pizza, I want the pizza, I want the pizza. Finally, the movie is over (I want the pizza), I drop my friend off at home (god I want that pizza) I drive home (I can't wait to eat that pizza), and now, at last, I am alone. Just me and my pizza to enjoy each other's company.

Yes, it was cold. Yes, it was not as good as it would have been hot out of the oven. However, this time, too; I could only eat part of one slice. All it looked like to me was a big glob of yeast with a spattering of vegetables on top. It just wasn't enticing any more. It was a yeast ball.

Not to be defeated, Monday, yesterday, I had off from work and was running errands. I decide I would give it another go, going there for lunch and seeing if that made a difference, eating it hot and melty instead of weepy and cold. Alas, they were closed. I went to my next most craved option: the Pizza Hut stand in my Target.

There, I order a cheese pizza, breadsticks, and extra marinara. I ate all the breadsticks, using both containers of marinara. But could only get through 3/4 of the pizza. Again, the pizza just did not do for me what I dreamed it would.

I get home, and fall into a carb coma. Ah, yes, my well known and much loved carb coma. Better able to take me away than a Calgon bath. Only now, I am enlightened, so I say to myself, whooh, I'm tired, I think I'm going to meditate laying down. This is denial and code for, "I am about to pass out." Booze is not my problem. Drugs are not my problem. Yeast, cheese and sugar - those are my problems. It has become apparent in recent years that they may be problematic for me, but never so obvious to me as yesterday. I had some peanut M&Ms and Reese's Mini Peanut Butter Cups just for good measure. I fell asleep at about 2 and woke up at 5.

And just like how I used to spend my days off before, 3 hours of my life evaporated.

I finished off the evening eating grapefruit and avocado with olive oil to clean me out. Fats are supposed to be good for clearing out toxins. So, overall, I hope the weight gain is temporary.

While I am accutely aware that I broke my fast in absolutely the wrong way, I'm glad I did it that way. I was holding that pizza on such a pedestal, that I know had I had to go another week or two weeks before allowing myself to have it, I would have gone just nuts on it and had even bigger binges. This way, I feel like I got rid of it quicker.

And I did. I feel I may be able to break up with it after all now. Because now it's not alluring. It's yeast. It doesn't seem as fun as it did before.

Anyway, so, that's where I'm at today. I ordered some intestinal flora this morning to help combat what's going on in my intestines. So, I can't wait till that arrives for me. I have another cleansing program that I plan to start once that flora arrives.

My cravings for the pasta are gone. Yes, that eggplant parmesan that I imagined eating while I was fasting - the thought of it does nothing for me now. I think that was all part of the pizza craving. I think allowing myself to see how I would do with it was a good idea. It's out of the way and now I can keep on with the business of clearing myself out. I'm feeling good, still clear and clean, so the bit of yeast I did have doesn't seem to be brining anything out. I'll keep you posted. Thanks for listening.