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My New Health Kick

Last month, I celebrated two years of being vegan and 30 months of being vegetarian. I've been taking multivitamins, calcium with D-3 and been more active than I have in years past, although I've still avoided the working out I know I need. Due to recent weight gain, I've decided to give intermittent fasting a try. I've read a lot about the benefits, but I'm not quite ready to jump into a one day a week 24 hour fast, so I'm taking baby steps.

I guess you could say I'm fasting slow.

Starting last week, I've been making sure not to eat for at least 12 hours after my last meal.  Over the course of the first seven days, my shortest fast was 12 hours and 10 minutes, while my longest was 14 hours and 30 minutes. My goal is to shrink my eating hours, so I'll stick to the 12-hour scheme for another week, take the average fasting time and make that my new goal. The end goal is to get to where I am eating during a six to eight-hour window. While this sounds easy, one must remember, I wake up around 4:30 every morning, so if I eat dinner at 7 PM, that's two and a half hours I have to wait to have a breakfast.

One note, for anyone who may critique my way of doing it is, I am not including beverages like water, tea or coffee. Yes, coffee has calories, but I'm not trying to do this for anyone else's benefit, but my own. If anyone has any tips, ideas, or their own experiences, please feel free to share, either here or privately. Thanks!

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