My 3-Day Fast — Day 3: I Made It
Woo hoo.
Day 3 of my fast is officially done.
And I am not gonna lie…there were moments today when I wanted to tear into the perfectly ripe avocados sitting on my counter like some kind of feral health nut. Those avocados were out there looking smug, creamy, and ready. I walked by them more than once and definitely drooled a little. I kept telling myself, just wait…when this fast is over, I am absolutely destroying that avocado.
Morning: Clear Head, Hungry Mind
I woke up mentally clear, but with a hollow, rumbly stomach and feeling a little more tired than I expected. Which was annoying, because I actually felt like I had slept pretty well.
The morning itself was okay. I had my lemon water like usual, but this time I decided to make coffee too. And let me tell you, my mind was really wanting food.
Mind you…I said my mind.
Because once I had the lemon water, my body actually settled down. The grumbling eased up. The physical hunger was not nearly as dramatic as my brain wanted it to be.
My mind, on the other hand, was fully committed to romanticizing food.
That avocado? Amazing.
That tangerine? Suddenly the most beautiful fruit ever created.
My mouth was literally watering looking at avocados and oranges, which is funny because on a normal day I am not over here writing love letters to produce.
So I decided to try to shut that down with coffee and a little cinnamon sprinkled in.
And honestly? It was pretty tasty.
Not breakfast.
Not emotionally complete.
But tasty.
Midday: Dizzy, Salty, and Still Not Quitting
Around 1 p.m. — which, not coincidentally, is my regular snack time — I started to feel a little lightheaded and dizzy.
Not scary. Not dramatic. But definitely noticeable.
So, like I had been doing, I took some more Celtic salt and drank a glass of water. It did not immediately go away, which was a little irritating. I thought about lying down. I thought about taking a short nap. I thought about being delicate and dramatic for a minute.
But I never did. Instead, I decided to take a walk.
And weirdly enough, that seemed to do the trick.
The walk gave me a little energy, helped clear my head, and made me feel better physically. By the time I got back, I felt more like myself again and had enough energy to finish out the day.
So I guess you could say I pushed through it.
A respectful middle finger to the part of me that wanted to quit.
After Work: Stay Busy or Start Thinking About Food
After work, I really wanted to grab an orange and tear into it.
Like, aggressively. But I did not.
It was not raining, the sun was kind of out, and instead of standing in my kitchen staring at fruit like a woman on the edge, I went outside.
I ended up transplanting my lavender plant because it had outgrown its pot. I filled the bird feeder, checked on my raspberry plants, and just spent some time outside doing little things that made me feel productive and grounded.
That is one thing I really noticed during this fast:
I felt more productive. More motivated. More likely to actually do things instead of just think about doing them.
And one random example?
I signed up for a Mud Run.
Yes…me.
If you know me, you know I hate running. I mean hate it. Back in CrossFit, if we had the choice between running a mile or doing 100 burpees, I chose the burpees. Nobody likes burpees. That should tell you how much I my Gen x body despises running.
So no, fasting did not magically turn me into a runner. Let’s not get carried away. But it did make me feel mentally sharper, more motivated, and more willing to do something hard without overthinking it to death first.
And weirdly enough…I am still motivated to do it.
Normally I would eat, sit down, and spend a good chunk of time watching TV or scrolling. And yes, I still did some scrolling because I am still a modern woman with a phone and a nervous system. But I also felt more motivated to move, do little projects, get outside, and take care of things I had been ignoring.
Part of that was probably because I was trying to stay busy so I would not obsess over not eating.
But honestly? I will take it.
Evening: Productive, Organized, and Weirdly Motivated
I did my rowing earlier than usual — around 6 p.m. Normally, I save it for before bed just to make sure I get it in, but today I felt pretty good knocking it out earlier and being done with it.
And then I did something wildly exciting.
I cleaned my laundry room and folded clothes. I know. Try to contain yourselves.
But seriously, this was one of those annoying little tasks that had been hanging over me forever. My laundry basket had turned into a holding zone for random washed-but-never-put-away things — winter hats, stray socks, and the usual “I’ll deal with it later” collection.
So I paired them up, got rid of the ones that were clearly never finding their soulmate, and finally put everything away where it belonged.
And yes, I had put this off for months. I finally did it instead of just looking at it and telling myself I would do it tomorrow.
Apparently fasting did not just clean out my body. It inspired me to clean out my laundry room too, which honestly feels rude but useful.
The Finish Line: 8:30 p.m. and the Mental Victory
By the time 8:30 p.m. rolled around and my official 3 days were up, I was super excited.
I made it. That alone felt huge.
But even though I could have eaten that night, I decided I was motivated enough to wait until morning.
And I am really glad I did.
Instead of grabbing everything in sight and going full feral in the kitchen, I spent some time planning exactly how I wanted to break my fast.
Because that part matters too.
Breaking the Fast: Have a Plan, Not a Free-for-All
I decided I would start with apple cider vinegar in water first.
Then, after a little time, I planned to eat half an avocado. I wanted to start with fat first to kind of “coat my stomach.” About half an hour later, I planned to have two boiled eggs. Then after that, either a piece of sprouted grain toast or a couple of tangerines — bringing carbs back in last.
As much as I wanted to grab everything in sight and chow down, I knew that would be a bad idea. I have done that before after fasting, and my stomach was not impressed.
After not eating for 3 days, your body has not been doing the usual work of digesting food. You want to ease back in slowly and methodically. Going from zero to buffet mode is not the move. It will not feel good, and it kind of defeats the purpose of doing all this in the first place.
So yes, I wanted to eat everything. But I also wanted to be smart.
End of Day 3
I MADE IT.
And I am proud of myself.
Not because fasting makes me some kind of superior human. Not because I think everybody should do it. But because I said I was going to do something hard…and I did it.
That matters.
This fast challenged me physically, sure. But even more than that, it challenged me mentally. It made me look at hunger, habits, boredom, routine, cravings, and discipline in a very honest way.
And that part may have been the biggest lesson of all.
Final Thoughts (Day 3 Reality)
Day 3 feels like:
• mental clarity mixed with real food thoughts
• learning the difference between body hunger and brain hunger
• staying busy so habit does not win
• realizing you are tougher than your snack cravings
It is less about starving and more about:
👉 proving to yourself that you can do hard things without making it your whole personality
What’s Next
Tomorrow is The Day After — the recap, the results, and the real talk.
I am going to break down what this 3-day fast actually did for me, both physically and mentally.
Did it help?
Did I notice changes?
Was it worth it?
Would I do it again?
What happened once food came back into the picture?
And what mistakes I made so if you decide you want to try a fast, you do not have to make the same ones.
So, stay tuned…