End of week three

Today is the end of my third week fasting. I started this journey on a whim -- every time I put food in my mouth I just didn't feel good. My wife said "maybe you should fast," and that's what I did. I started at 208lbs and this morning I was 185.6lbs. I feel great. I've run at least once every week for thirty minutes and I go to Tae Kwon Do once a week for an hour. This morning I started a calisthenics routine with my wife and it felt really good. My head is clear, my sinuses have cleared and stay clear, my mind is clear and I have desires to be great again. I love fasting. My biggest struggle is when I cook dinner for the family. Yesterday I made sausage and gravy with biscuits for breakfast and just had to take a bite of the biscuit. I chewed it up, spit it out, and rinsed my mouth out. It was so good. I made them from scratch with buttermilk and beef tallow instead of butter. Anyway, I'm on this journey as long as my body supports it. Mostly this is about self-control, but definitely with an aim towards releasing a lot of fat I've collected over the last three or four years. Here's to another week! Good luck on your own journey! Edited for spelling