A Quiet Moment – #10

It’s been kind of a rough week. I missed one of my quiet moments this week because I was out sick, and I still haven’t quite pulled myself back up by my bootstraps yet (also, it occurs to me that I have no bootstraps). I’m also dragging my ass a bit because I’ve started intermittent fasting again to try to kickstart some fat loss, which doesn’t want to seem to get moving any other way. What is intermittent fasting, you ask? Basically, it’s trying to confine the time I eat throughout the day to about 8 hours. It’s not really as terrible as it sounds–it effectively means skipping breakfast and then not eating after about 8:00pm. Everything between 12:00pm and 8:00pm is fair game. Now, that doesn’t mean I get to go crazy during those hours–the same dietary restrictions I might make otherwise for fat loss still apply, but my window for eating is reduced.

The funny thing I’ve noticed through previous dives into I.F. is that my strength doesn’t really decrease, once I’m in the groove. In my lunch time workouts I can lift just as much as I could with breakfast in my belly (or not–I suppose most of it is probably gone by lunch time anyway). The problem is that in the first few days, I tend to feel like wet, hot garbage. I’m tired; my mental focus is shot; and I generally want to gnaw on my own arm. Couple that with legitimately being a bit blah anyway, and it’s been a bit of a rough few days.

It’s probably a good thing, then, that it’s been cold as well, and I haven’t been able to ride to work. The extra kick in the ass might have been a bit much; better to ramp up than to crash–perhaps literally.


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