Today I reached my original weight of 113 kg, 112 days from when I started the 42 day fast. For the whole of March so far I have been hovering around 110 kg but today I made it back to the beginning weight I started with on the 30th November last year.

Also my blood/glucose is 10.3 mmol/L and BP 159/96 pulse 83. Bad. Not good. Interestingly my blood/glucose was 9.8 on the first day of the fast.



This afternoon I was talking to a sales assistant in a health food store. She knew about my 42 day fast and sort of scolded me, telling me that I would have lost heaps of muscle mass. It never happened that way. Once the fast finished the lost fluid came back with a rush, 8 kilo in 4 days and with very little food, and my muscles filled out as before. Gradually I returned all the water that I lost and I must say even though my stomach looks like it belongs to a silver back gorilla, I look pretty good, especially for a 71 year old gorilla. Quite muscular in fact.

Since then I have been looking at humans from a different direction. I now see them as hydraulic machines rather than just muscular ones, their strength reliant on how much red fluid they can pump into a muscle cell to expand it and using minimal effort or pressure to do so. Fascinating. Such a clever idea with the stomach probably acting as the hydraulic fluid reservoir ready to convert fat into water and gas as needed. So the conversion of triglyceride fats into water and CO2 is an ongoing thing and if not replenished by food intake a loss of weight ensues. Possibly.


Pushing the envelope. Always pushing the envelope. No fun otherwise. I realized today why we bend our heads forward when we eat. It's to reduce the possibility of choking from gravity putting the food into our airways I think. Maybe.