Intermittent Fasting - Habit?

It’s become a habit now — this fasting, this rhythm. I’m not even sure how I fell into it. There was no grand decision or dramatic health kick. It just… happened. And now it’s a pattern I follow more out of familiarity than intention.

But — and it’s a big but — I just want breakfast. Not the classic eggs and bacon, not even toast. Toast tastes awful lately. Actually, any flour-based food has this strange, almost chemical taste to me now. Like I can taste the starch itself. Bread, pasta, all of it — it’s as if my palate has turned against it.

Instead, I lean on fruit. Bananas, mostly. Maybe my body’s craving potassium or fibre. Grapes are okay too. Yoghurt? It goes down, but just barely. Same with cereal — Weet-Bix or Cornflakes, the kind of food that’s bland, easy, and quiet. Marshmallows are oddly fine too, though I know they’re just sugar. And tea. Tea is comforting. Coffee, sometimes. But water? Water I can always do. No matter how I feel, water just makes sense.

Meat, though — it tastes awful. The last time food tasted this off was when I was pregnant. That memory alone makes me wonder: is something missing? Am I missing something in this makeshift diet? Some essential thing I can’t quite name?

Today I managed two hot cross buns. Small victory, maybe. But this is it — this odd, shrinking menu of things I can tolerate. And to be honest, I’m starting to worry.

After fasting, your body’s in a more sensitive state — I read that somewhere. It makes sense. Your digestive system isn’t exactly revved up, so heavier or richer foods feel like too much. Fruit and yoghurt make more sense. They’re light, hydrating, and easy. And Weet-Bix? Mild, carb-y comfort.

But still. I wonder what’s going on under the surface. Why is this all I can eat? Why has this become my routine?