Indulging my more ascetic desires.

[lhexa]

I'm recently back from a sixty-something hour fast. While it was interesting observing my intelligence fade away, and my emotions subside to an obeisance to habit interspersed with moments of mania, it doesn't compare with laying in bed several hours after finally eating and marvelling as beautiful prose starts to fill my head again. It is enough to make me realize that I am as often to be found on a variety of fast during those times when I am eating regularly. The first meal after a long fast is always one of the best; previously I have fasted in part for the sake of that meal. However, I consider that now a bad reason.

I'm already thinking about the next time I remind myself that I like food... the end of a term seems a good time for it. I'll try for eighty hours next time.

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I'm extending the time because I'm curious about just how long my body can go without food before anything really bad happens. After about thirty hours I hit the state of weariness I've been talking about, but it's never become worse than that during the time I've spent. As soon as I figure out what length of fast it takes for me to become unable to run up a flight of stairs (or, God forbid, to make me start fainting), I'll eat and never go without food for that long again.

You know, the previous two times I fasted I climbed fucking mountains halfway through. My only entries from August and September were about that. It really doesn't hurt as much as you'd think. *grins* When I really want to hurt myself, I read some Kant or Derrida...