I've eased back into 16-hour daily fasting over the past couple of weeks like it was no big deal, which it isn't, and have been enjoying the resulting peppiness in the mornings. I usually stop eating for the day by about 5 p.m. But I was really hungry tonight and decided to make myself a couple of scrambled eggs with mushrooms topped with a big handful of mozzarella cheese.
Instant regret. I don't know if my stomach hates the cheese specifically or just the whole idea of food at 8 p.m., but I feel woozy, and I might as well have eaten a brick. Next time I'll have some tea instead—or just go to bed early.
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