I decided I wanted to try fasting.
Not because I needed to lose weight. Not because I felt bad. And definitely not because my body was asking for it.
I just thought it might be good for me.
Which, looking back, is actually the most interesting part of this entire experiment.
Because why?
Why did I think I needed something else when I already felt good?
In my head, fasting had somehow become this little reset button. A detox. Give my body a break. Let it clean itself out. Start fresh.
So I stopped eating.
I drank hot water. That was basically it.
And then I waited.
I had read all the stories. Hunger. Headaches. Feeling weak. Getting dizzy. Brain fog. That moment where your body apparently starts screaming at you because there is no food coming in.
12 hours passed.
Nothing.
18 hours.
Still nothing.
24 hours.
Seriously… nothing.
I wasn’t dizzy. I wasn’t weak. I wasn’t desperately thinking about food. My head wasn’t clearer, because, slightly annoyingly for the purpose of this experiment, it already felt clear.
That has been one of the biggest changes for me since eating carnivore. I don’t have those huge energy swings anymore. I haven’t been running on carbohydrates for years, so I also wasn’t experiencing some dramatic switch away from a carb-heavy way of eating.
There was no magical fasting moment.
No sudden enlightenment.
No choir of angels announcing that I had entered a new metabolic dimension.
I was just… me.
So naturally, because apparently 24 hours of absolutely nothing happening wasn’t enough evidence for me, I continued.
36 hours.
And then I ate.
Not because I couldn’t take it anymore.
Mostly because I started wondering what exactly I was trying to prove.
And THAT ended up being the interesting part.
Maybe my stomach felt a little smaller afterwards. Maybe giving my digestive system a break did something I couldn’t physically feel. I’m not claiming fasting did absolutely nothing inside my body, because I can’t know that.
But in terms of how I felt?
It added absolutely nothing.
No extra clarity.
No extra energy.
No amazing reset.
And strangely enough, I think that was the lesson.
I started this because somewhere in my head I had decided that fasting would be the next improvement.
Carnivore works?
Great.
But maybe carnivore PLUS fasting is even better.
And isn’t that something we do all the time?
We find something that works and instead of simply allowing it to work, we immediately start looking for the next level.
What else can I change?
What else can I eliminate?
What else can I optimize?
What else can I do better?
More discipline.
More restriction.
More hacks.
More health.
But more isn’t automatically better.
I went into this experiment thinking I might detox my body.
I came out of it wondering whether the thing that actually needed detoxing was my constant need to improve something that didn’t feel broken in the first place.
My normal way of eating already makes me feel clear, stable and good. That’s my experience. Fasting didn’t suddenly multiply that feeling.
And maybe that’s perfectly okay.
Because sometimes an experiment doesn’t need to end with a new habit.
Sometimes the outcome can simply be:
Interesting. Tried it. Learned something. Don’t need it.
I fasted for 36 hours expecting to discover what my body could do without food.
Instead, I discovered something about my mind.
Why am I always looking for more when what I’m doing is already working?
That’s probably a much better question than:
How long can I go without eating?
