The first time I ever fasted was as a fundraiser to benefit the hungry. I experimented with various types of intermittent fast and alternate day fasting as the evidence for their benefit increased.
It wasn't until last year that I made fasting a regular practice. Partly to stretch a meager harvest and lack of income. Partly in seeking radical improvements in my health.
As Liv and others have said, I don't fast in the summer when food is plentiful and there's work to be done. My body is using all of the fuel I can put into it. But in the fall and winter months, as food would naturally be more scarce, I do as our ancestors would have and go without. This year I am mostly doing one meal a day, or at least keeping my eating to a 4-6 hour window each day. On the weekends I go without food altogether and drink only water or tea. Usually herbal tea without caffeine. I will continue this until the spring planting starts in earnest.
Last year was more serious. Long covid, crazy inflammation, heavy metal poisoning, and the works. I started fasting 5 days a week and would spend the weekend refueling on whole foods, continuing to undo several years worth of malnutrition in conjunction with fasting. It was one of the most profound experiences I've ever had. It's amazing how my body adapted to it. My digestion slowed so that my body was still processing food consumed on the weekend come Wednesday or Thursday, trying to extract every little thing about it. My body started regulating electrolytes better. My mental clarity and energy were better (I would frequently go on long hikes in a fasted state). Hunger disappeared. My tastebuds adapted to cleaner, healthier foods. My stomach adapted to holding large quantities of low calorie-density foods like greens. There were so many clear signs that our bodies were built to go through long periods of scarcity and took it in stride. It was a reminder of how much more we are capable of.
It also gave me the opportunity and impetus to track my food intake. Since I was eating so infrequently, I wanted to make sure I was hitting my nutrient targets on the days that I was actually eating. My diet was clean and efficient. On the weekends I would consume 7 days worth of nutrition. It was actually a challenge to eat so much food in only one or two days, and I didn't always succeed.
Plus, our kitchen isn't heated, so I welcomed not having to spend much time in it during the winter season. And I had so much free time to work on other things, and especially to process traumas... the bubbling up of which some people say is caused by fasting, but could just as easily be because there's so much extra time to think when we're not putting so much time into preparing and eating food.
I continued this eating pattern for maybe 2 or 3 months. Lost about 50 pounds. Eliminated my inflammation and autoimmune symptoms. Got my body back. And when my body told me it was done, I started eating regular meals again.
I'm not religious and didn't come to fasting through religion, though I was aware that it was a practice in most popular religions. I wasn't even an especially spiritual person. But this experience did connect me with nature, the universe, and my mind and body in a way that might be described as spiritual. It made sense to me why fasting was included in all major religions. And it's a shame that most religious people don't actually go through with it.
This year, even though I'm not doing such an extreme version of fasting, I knew I wanted to continue because of how profound and health promoting it was. One meal a day still keeps me out of the cold kitchen enough and focused on other things, like writing. The longer weekend fasts provide deeper healing and concentration. And all in all, I'm happy that I can skip meals without feeling hungry or having wild blood sugar swings like I might have in the past.
I'm also just glad that fasting has repaired my relationship with food. I have come to appreciate simpler foods and their complex flavors, once the flavor-deadening effects of salt, sugar, and oil have been eliminated from my diet. If ever I start craving low quality foods, I know it's time to fast and reset my tastebuds.
And with all of the research around fasting and calorie restriction and their effect on longevity and healthspan, it seems like a no brainer to do at least some form of fasting. It feels like an essential part of
permaculture. My grandmother died before her 60th birthday. I also suspected I would share her fate. I had spent my entire adult life living for 60, but with the research pointing us in the direction of longer and healthier lives, I'm now living as though I'll still be here at 160. Even if I'm not, I know what kind of world I'd want to live in at 160, and I'm taking steps to create it for myself and for others. Never would have done that when I thought I was destined to die young.