Cheese and Rice, What Was That About?!

Devin Dingler
2 min readJan 15, 2023
Image by Reinhold Silbermann from Pixabay

I’ve been posting about the ups and downs of my Alternate Day Intermittent Fasting journey here, both physical (weight gained / lost) and psychological (obsession with food content on any and all media) but on day twelve something completely unexpected happened. I woke up on what should have been a glorious, non-fasting day full of burritos, sandwiches, and other carbohydrate-rich comfort foods but instead of counting down the minutes until my eating window opened at 10am, I could have cared less. I had completely lost my appetite. To be clear constant reader this is, to say the least, an anomaly for me. I have only ever previously lost my appetite during periods of dire, incapacitating illness and this was clearly not that.

I eventually managed to consume some calories late in the day but it I wouldn’t call it “eating,” rather just going through the motions of making sure I had fuel for the metabolic furnace rather than extending my fast unintentionally. And this continued. Day thirteen. Day fourteen. Same routine: wake up with no appetite and ingest calories for survival. Frankly, I was becoming a little concerned. It appeared somehow I had (further) broken my metabolism and I wasn’t sure if it was a good thing or not.

Then, this morning (day fifteen), I woke up and, to my relief (ish?) and astonishment, had regained my appetite. Well, for accuracy, I was famished! I’m still going to wait for my eating window to open and follow my Intermittent Fasting protocol but I’m not sure I will jump back into the Alternate Day version. To be honest, that was a little scary and I felt like the protagonist in Stephen King’s Thinner. Yes, it’s great to be able to lose weight effortlessly (I’m down six pounds), but you know the old Gypsy lady’s going to get you eventually and what fun is it to not enjoy satiating one’s hunger?

Another sharp, but unexpected turn in this fascinating culinary journey but hopefully I am finally back on track to rejoin Wallace as we “go where there’s cheese!”

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Devin Dingler

I live and write with my wife and two cats while keeping a watchful eye out for Bigfoot somewhere in the Pacific Northwest.