Well, I am happy to say I made it through Day 2.
And honestly?
Today was a good day.
I know…I was a little surprised too.
After how much of fasting is a mental game, I expected Day 2 to come in swinging. Instead, most of the day felt pretty steady. Not easy exactly, but doable. And that matters.
Morning: “Okay…This Might Actually Be Fine”
The morning started off okay. I had my usual fresh-squeezed lemon in hot water — what I now call my new coffee. Is it coffee? No. Is it emotionally satisfying? Also no. But it gives me something warm to sip on and helps me pretend I still have my life together, so we move.
I even got in a 15-minute walk on the treadmill since it was raining. Nothing dramatic. No inspirational sports montage. Just enough movement to feel like I was doing something good for myself instead of sitting there thinking about toast.
Overall, the morning was pretty positive.
I did wake up with a mild headache, and then it showed back up again in the early afternoon. Both times I took some salt and drank more water, and both times it eased up. My guess is I was a little dehydrated. That told me I probably need to stay more on top of my salt during a fast, especially when my body is clearly in full “we’re cleaning house now” mode.
That has already been one big lesson:
👉 hydration and electrolytes are not optional
Midday: Clear Head, Empty Stomach
One thing that really stood out today was the mental clarity.
It was high.
I felt focused, motivated, and honestly kind of badass. Not in a “climb a mountain and journal about it” way. More in a “look at me over here fasting, working, walking, and not losing my mind” kind of way.
I took another walk midday, made a point to get up from my work chair and do little mobility movements throughout the day, and even felt motivated enough to do a quick little shoulder workout later on. I also squeezed in a short rowing session.
Nothing crazy.
Nothing heroic.
Just enough to remind myself I still had energy.
And that surprised me.
Because if you have never fasted before, I think a lot of people assume you are just going to lie around feeling weak and miserable. That was not my experience today. My stomach felt empty, sure. But I did not feel fragile. I felt pretty capable.
Late Afternoon: Tea, Teams, and a Slight Interruption
After work, I made myself a cup of ginger and lavender tea for a “Happy Hour” Teams call with two of my favorite people.
And by happy hour, I mean no cocktails, no appetizers, and no fun food…just hot tea and the kind of self-control that deserves its own damn award.
I made it with fresh sliced ginger and lavender leaves, partly because I wanted something warm and partly because I was trying to trick my stomach into thinking we were doing something enjoyable while we talked.
But while I was sipping and chatting, my body decided to throw in a little surprise ending.
Sudden call of nature.
Which meant I had to get up and rush to the restroom…a slight interruption to my very glamorous fasted happy hour.
Honestly, it felt a little rude considering I was pushing almost 48 hours without food.
I swear the ginger must have flipped some internal switch.
At this point, I am just assuming my body is still in full purge mode…cleaning out closets, taking out emotional baggage, and handling business I did not authorize.
Fasting is such a beautiful, feminine, graceful experience, obviously.
Real Talk Moment (Because No One Talks About This Enough)
I think that is one of the biggest things with fasting — your body has its own timeline.
You can read things. You can hear what happened to other people. You can think you know how it is going to go.
And then your body says, “That’s cute,” and does its own thing.
So if weird digestion stuff happens, I would not panic. I would just know your body may be adjusting, purging, shifting, and generally running its own little internal staff meeting without keeping you informed.
Evening: The Habit Hour
The evening was the hardest part.
Not because I felt weak.
Not because I was starving.
Not because my stomach was constantly growling.
It was hard because evening is habit time.
That is my unstructured time. That is when I would normally be making dinner, eating dinner, cleaning up dinner, or wandering into the kitchen like maybe something exciting has happened in there since the last time I checked 14 minutes ago.
That is when the real food cravings kicked in.
So I kept myself busy with the short shoulder workout and rowing. And it helped.
What stood out to me most tonight was this: a lot of the urge to eat was not about actual hunger.
It was habit.
It was boredom.
It was routine.
It was wanting something to do with my mouth, my hands, and my brain.
And honestly, that is one of the biggest reasons I wanted to do this fast in the first place.
Night Routine: Small Wins, Again
Before bed, I had lavender tea again and did a few lymphatic movements to loosen things up.
I also made sure to take a pinch of Celtic salt a few times during the day and again right before bed.
Because I like horses…but not Charlie Horses.
Lesson reinforced:
👉 electrolytes still matter
End of Day 2
Day 2 is done.
Was it miserable?
No.
Was it weird in places?
Absolutely.
Was it doable?
Yes.
The hardest part today was not physical weakness. It was the habit of eating — especially in the evening when food usually becomes part of the routine whether I am truly hungry or not.
That is what this fast is showing me more than anything so far.
Final Thoughts (Day 2 Reality)
Day 2 feels like:
• more mental clarity than expected
• more habit disruption than true hunger
• learning the difference between cravings and actual need
It is less about starving and more about:
👉 realizing how often you want food for something other than nourishment
What’s Next
Day 3 is coming.
And now that Day 2 is behind me, I know I can do this.
The bigger question is not just whether I can finish the fast.
It is whether I can carry the lesson with me when it is over — to eat with more intention, more awareness, and a little less boredom-driven kitchen wandering.