Why I fast?

At one point, a lightbulb went off in my head—or maybe it was my stomach growling too loudly. I realized that eating might just be the problem. I’m talking about eating the wrong things, eating too much, and at the worst times—like a 2 a.m. burger and fries bingefest. Eating anything at all seemed suspiciously hazardous. So, I entertained a radical thought: What if I just… stopped eating? Food had me in a chokehold, like a bad habit I couldn’t kick, and junk food was my main vice. The idea of quitting cold turkey was tempting until I remembered a minor snag in my plan—without food, one tends to starve to death. Since the mere act of eating seemed to send me into an addictive spiral, I signed up for a medically supervised program dubbed as PSMF, which stands for Protein Sparing Modified Fast. Fast forward 4.5 months, and bam!… I’m 70 pounds lighter. But wait, there’s more! It wasn’t just the weight loss; it was like my body went into full renovation mode. Old sunburns, ringworm scars, and those mysterious marks that appeared out of nowhere—all gone. Vanished like my cravings at a veggie buffet. And after subsisting on 500 calories a day, I felt better than ever. What sorcery was this? This bizarre turnaround sent me on a 17-year deep dive into the world of fasting. Let’s just say, I never looked at food the same way again.