Day Three of My 72-Hour Water Fast

I have not eaten this year.

That is not an exaggeration, it's literally true.

I am currently in a 72-hour water fast. No food. Just water.

On days like this, I am grateful when they fall on rest days.

Because this is not easy.

Last month, I was at the Nas Summit.

Two full days, plus an afterparty on the second night.

There was singing. There was eating. There was drinking.

I sang. I did not eat nor drink.

Every drink offered, I declined. Water only.

Most people were courteous and, in the spirit of fun, a few tried to push.

But I held my ground and politely declined.

The next day, I went back to work.

And I kid you not, I had never experienced such low brain activity in my life.

My mind felt empty. After 1 task that was completed in the morning, my brain went "nope" and stopped.

I could literally do nothing. I learned that, at my age, I can't force my will when everything inside refuses to budge.

It was fascinating in a strange way.

I could feel my brain output absolutely nothing.

But that was last year.

It is now 2026.

And I am on day three.

Friends and colleagues ask how I do this.

The truth is, this did not start here.

I looooove food.

Denying cravings is not natural to me.

In the early stages, I started with keto.

I thought I could sustain it but after a while, I realised that it made me constantly on edge.

Like, the littlest things would annoy and trigger me.

That wasn't sustainable, in my opinion, so I searched.

Then I experimented with intermittent fasting.

When I first tried it, something surprised me.

Since I decided my eating window will be after 6pm, instead of eating lunch at work, I went for walks.

Those random walks around my workplace felt fulfilling because I could clock about 3-4km each time.

When I circled back to the office, I felt more alert than I expected.

So I stayed with it.

Another unexpected joy? Breaking fasts.

Every meal tastes incredible when you have earned it.

I made a decision.

To prepare for Easter 2026, I would combine intermittent fasting with a 72-hour water fast.

Every first three days of the month. Starting September 2025.

I have not missed one. In between, I eat only after 6pm with the intermittent fasting.

I chose this timing because I prefer eating with family and loved ones.

There were many moments of temptation.

Social settings. Late nights. Good food. But I knew that momentum is fragile, and breaking it felt riskier than saying no.

Truthfully, this has been hard. Long stretches of denying myself things I enjoy.

And yes, when I shared about learned helplessness recently, this played a part. My system was already under strain. So motivation dipped further.

Still, I kept going.

Now, I have a few months left before Easter.

And I have drawn up a simple plan for 2026.

Nothing ambitious. Nothing crazy.

Just gentle progression.

And intentional movement.

Another reminder to myself.

To #KeepTryingUntil.

And I'm really looking forward to my 1st meal tonight!