(This article was written on the third day of the fast so excuse the creeping delirium).
The sculpture above is called “The Emaciated Buddha” and represents the 6 years of Buddha’s journey where he practiced as an aesthetic, reportedly going months at a time eating only a single grain of rice, or nothing at all.
I put that photo at the head of this article about my 72 hour fast because I’m fucking ridiculous. The humans who know me will attest, I have such a strong psychological addiction to food, that this three day fast feels like how that statue looks (more because of my fucking ridiculousness then actual feelings of hunger and deprivation.)
Fasting has been on my mind a lot recently. I’ve been intermittent fasting daily for a little over a year now, and since getting very interested in meditation, I started thinking about extended fasts to turn the volume up on my unconscious attachments to food.
This post will map out the scientific why, how, and what I did for this 72 hour fast. It has been one of the hardest things I’ve ever done that wasn’t directly related to trying to impress a girl, win at some game, or triggered by metabolising psychedelics.
I’m glad I did it, I hated doing it, and I’ll do it again.