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My first keto fast

First Time Fasting

Like most keto followers, I got started with this regimen by making the standard keto pizza, keto bread, cauliflower mac and cheese, cauliflower everything. Just like any change in life, I had my doubts about the process. At first, it felt like my brain couldn’t keep up with the shift in my meal plan, but then my body followed and BAM! Flash forward to week two on keto, and you slowly start to recognize that changes are happening and that your body is adapting. A part of you still wonders how legit keto really is – are these actual results from what I’m putting – or not putting – into my body? Regardless of the answer, you force yourself to keep on keeping on.

Next is stage two – fasting. Oh boy. You wake up in the morning and what’s on the menu?…nothing. You think, “this is weird, but let’s give it a shot.” 9:34 AM rolls by and you are HANGRY. Suddenly, this fasting thing is a lot harder than it sounded. The second day, you wake up, and it’s actually not so bad this time. You make it to 9:41 AM before you start to feel the hunger coming on. And on day three, it’s not until 11:00 AM that you start to feel that hunger ache. It’s fascinating how you can train your body. I was waking up thinking, “okay, what did I use to call a breakfast?”

Now that you know you can get through a sixteen- hour fast, it can’t get much harder than that, right? Right? Day six: 24-hour fasting. Are you kidding me? Ah, no, not happening.

As soon as you see a piece of bread, a rash breaks out on your skin. Then, at the grocery store as you walk past the pasta aisle, you find yourself starting to hyperventilate. Next thing you know, you’re at your niece’s birthday party, and as soon as you see the cake being brought out, you feel a drop of perspiration pearling on your skin, then it’s running down your body, and soon you’re drenched in a cold sweat.

To help snap yourself back to reality, you open a bag of pork rinds and inhale the familiar flavour, bringing you back to ketosis.

Soon enough, you find yourself asking, “how come my jeans feel loose?!?”

I always used to think that if you wanted to lose weight, you had to rely on a bland diet of rice and dry chicken the size of the palm of your hand, veggies cooked without oil, and a lifetime gym membership. With keto, I’ve come to realize that even if I don’t have giant hands and eat like there’s no tomorrow, I still lose weight. It’s like having a cheat day every day, guilt-free. But then I panic and think, “am I eating myself thin? Can I be that carnivorous?”

Then it dawns on you that you no longer have to tug on your t-shirt because it’s too tight. And you can say goodbye to swimming in your old baggy what-the-heck-is-that. Because let’s be honest, nothing looks worse on a swimmer than tent that clings in all the wrong places as soon as it gets wet. It just doesn’t help your case.

By this point, you can never go back to your old eating habits. Keto is the way to go.

Weeks pass, and you finally feel ready for that first 24 hour fast. And it seems like a good idea to start and finish it at 6:00 PM.

At 5:52 PM, with just eight minutes ahead, you look at that piece of cheese sitting on the counter. It’s taunting you, knowing that you still have eight minutes to go, which feels like an eternity.

My First Experience with Keto

You start to wonder how your body is going to react when you finally get to eat that piece of cheese. Your stomach will surely feel heavy and nausea will start to set in, you think. After all, you’ve gone 23 hours and 52 minutes without eating ANYTHING, drinking only water (which is kind of gross if you think about the fact that fish make love in it) and black coffee.

I won’t sugar-coat it, you may never develop a taste for black coffee, but at least you’ll still be losing weight. Besides, if it’s hot enough, you may just burn your mouth and lose your ability to taste for a while, making fasting much easier. 

Now it’s 5:59 PM. You’re almost at the finish line, ready to claim your prize – that piece of cheese on the counter.

But when it comes time to finally eat again, it’s like you don’t even know how to eat food anymore. Do you open your mouth wide? Stick out your tongue? Do you lick the cheese? After all, it’s been a full 24 hours since your last chew, lick, or bite of…food.

Now the anxiety starts to set in, and you feel your body begin to transition. You’ve never felt so in tune with your body, even as you shed the pounds.

Okay, now it’s 6:00 PM, the moment of truth. You start by licking the cheese (obviously), then you take a bite, and you feel like a cow as you devour it. You finally swallow, and surprisingly…nothing happens. 

You’re so hungry that you cook yourself a big juicy steak and chew it like the beast itself.

And here’s the shocker, you’re not dead yet. You’re full of energy and vitality and living life to the fullest again.

So, all that to say, this is where I am at in my journey. I went from being too shy to tell people why I was doing keto to not giving a damn. I no longer feel the need to explain my reasons to anybody. I’m the captain of this ship, and I navigate the waters however the heck I want. I feel liberated.

Matthieu Maurice

Imposteur Culinaire | Culinary Imposter
Keto Chef