A 48-Hour Water Fast: My Journey and Lessons Learned

Chapter 1: Introduction to Fasting

Embarking on a 48-hour water fast was one of the most intense challenges I faced this year. It was an experience that truly tested my limits.

When it comes to trying new things, I adhere to a simple philosophy: I’m willing to give almost anything a shot at least once. So when I discovered the myriad benefits associated with fasting, I was intrigued. These advantages include:

Enhanced cognitive function
Better regulation of blood sugar levels
Improved digestion and relief from digestive disorders
Lower blood pressure
Increased insulin sensitivity and reduced resistance
Lowered risk of heart disease
Autophagy and cellular repair
Decreased risk of chronic illnesses
Reduction in chronic inflammation
Boosted immune system
Elevated levels of Human Growth Hormone (HGH)
Slowed aging process
Reduced oxidative stress

And there are likely even more benefits.

However, the idea of abstaining from food for two entire days felt rather extreme. I enjoy my three meals a day and often feel sluggish without breakfast (or so I convince myself). Nevertheless, I decided to take on this challenge, believing it would provide the reset I needed, particularly since I felt stagnant in my professional life. Little did I know, the experience would be much more grueling than I anticipated.

Section 1.1: The Countdown Begins

I chose to have my last meal with my parents on Friday evening. It was a delightful time, and their reaction to my plan was priceless. When I informed them that I wouldn’t be eating again until Sunday evening, they looked at me as if I had lost my mind. My mother was particularly concerned, but I reassured her that many people successfully fast for two days.

In hindsight, I realized how significant this endeavor truly was (at least for me), but I didn’t want to add to my parents' worries. So, after savoring one last bite of kale, my fast officially commenced at 6:30 PM. I thought I was clever in planning it—by the time I woke up for my morning coffee, it would already be around 8:30 AM, reducing my "active" fasting hours by 14. That seemed manageable, right?

I bid my parents goodnight, returned to my apartment, and managed to sleep quite well. Although I typically indulge in a nighttime snack (a habit I know I should break), I felt a little empty without it, but overall, I wasn’t too bothered.

Section 1.2: The Onset of Hunger

As Saturday rolled around, I began to regret my decision to fast. Saturdays are usually hectic for me, filled with various campaigns to manage. I also enjoy jogging and practicing yoga in the mornings, but without my breakfast fuel, I found it hard to summon the motivation to do anything.

I had already been fasting for 14 hours, and my body was definitely aware of the situation. It felt like every ounce of willpower was needed to resist the urge to eat. As the hours passed, I grew increasingly lethargic and less motivated. I found myself glued to videos of mukbangs, watching individuals indulge in mountains of food—an oddly satisfying distraction from my hunger.

Toward the end of the day, I felt a mix of pride for making it 24 hours without food and confusion over why I was even doing this. What does it mean to "reset"? Is it about feeling exhausted and preoccupied with thoughts of food? Despite my uncertainties, I was determined not to give in to defeat, especially against my own cravings. That night, I dreamt of attending a party with the most mouthwatering BBQ chicken I could imagine.

Chapter 2: Reflections on the Experience

I woke up on Sunday at 5 AM with a peculiar sense of clarity, as if my thoughts were crystal clear yet all I could focus on was food. My energy levels were critically low, and I remembered the importance of maintaining electrolytes. I rummaged through my kitchen for some sea salt, but all I could think about was peanut butter—a craving I normally don’t have.

Unfortunately, the salt didn’t offer much relief. By 1 PM, I felt dizzy, and any activity outside of lying in bed became daunting. I kept hydrating, attempting to maintain a brave face while pushing through the discomfort. Surely, two days of fasting wouldn't be my end, right?

The hunger pangs were intense, but oddly manageable. I also noticed some lingering chest pains and a racing heart, remnants of my COVID-19 experience. Yet, in the midst of the discomfort, I felt as if I was healing in some way. It’s hard to describe, but I sensed that with more energy and less stomach distress, I could thrive.

Section 2.1: Concluding the Fast

I had learned that diving into food post-fast isn’t advisable, but I disregarded that advice. After pushing myself slightly beyond 48 hours, I rushed into the kitchen to prepare a dish I had been craving: a toasted peanut butter and egg sandwich with fried onions and green bell peppers.

The first bite brought me to tears; it was pure bliss. Regrettably, I devoured all three sandwiches within ten minutes, leaving no trace behind. Although I felt better quickly, I still had an unsettling sensation, like I was recovering from an illness. Even the next day, I felt off-kilter, as if I had just battled a flu.

In conclusion, completing the 48-hour fast didn’t fill me with pride or accomplishment. I was merely relieved it was over and grateful to return to my routine. Would I attempt this again? Perhaps, but I remain uncertain. I need time to process the entire experience, as I'm still emotionally "hangry" even though I feel physically fine.

I recognize the numerous benefits of fasting and do feel improved overall, but I’m not yet ready to incorporate this practice into my regular life. Maybe one day I will.

The first video, "48 Hour Water Fast - Why I Did It," provides insights into the motivations behind undertaking such an intense fasting experience.

The second video, "48 HOUR WATER FAST - My Personal Experience," shares personal reflections and outcomes of a similar fasting journey.