Six weeks behind me. Technically it’s possible that I lost only 2 kg of fat tissue (I probably lost more) in the first five weeks and I gained 2 kg of fat tissue (I probably gained less) in the sixth week. Even in this worst case scenario I do not feel that any work has been wasted.
First of all, if I hadn’t worked on my diet nor lifted weights I would be much worse off than I am now. Simple maths, I lost 2 kg, then gained it back. In this hypothetical situation I am where I started. There are no plausible reasons to believe that I wouldn’t overeat to some extent this week, if I hadn’t been dieting in the first five weeks in the first place. Yes, probably my appetite and therefore consumption is much higher because of caloric deficit from the last weeks but clearly the difference is not high enough to cancel the work accomplished.
Similarly, as far as I remember, when intermittent fasting was studied, the meal breaking the fast was bigger than usual, but not as big as the meals skipped.
However, this is not the most important factor. Even assuming worse scenario, that I ended up fatter than I started, I feel the effects of the work. I learned a lot from observing myself. I felt very peaceful while I was strictly fasting, heavy lifting and living very modestly and I also very peaceful while overeating, drinking beer, wine, socialising with friends or travelling.
Out of 42 days, 41 days were great, with a high level of awareness, presence and peace.
Most importantly, my idea of ascetic life no longer feels like I have to force myself into it. I am very much aware of experiential direct rewards I am getting out of it and I can clearly observe myself craving for this lifestyle.
I consumed a lot of calories, played three football matches, scored 7 goals, travelled to Indonesia, spent some quality time with my Polish homies and did some betting and although I spent very limited time in solitude and although I am relatively looking forward to it, I have enjoyed this period very much.