I tried to fast once— but cracked by noon,
My body screamed, my resolve went on the floor Yakata.

Turns out, hunger’s a beast… and you’re the snack.
These have always been your thoughts.

Let’s be realistic:
Fasting’s not soft.

You’re wired to chew, when the clock dictates—break the code.
Your ancestors stayed weeks… chased prey through trees.
You? Crumble at 4 hours? Dig deeper.

3 meals? 4? Snacks on cue? Nah—
Who made you a prisoner of plates?
Who sold you “need”
When your body’s screaming FREE ME instead?

You’re no hunter—
just a food zombie on autoplate.
You eat because it’s “time”,
not because you’ve earned it,
While your metabolism crashes, bridges are burning.

Everyday you feed your fear with a fork! You teach your gut ‘WAIT’ Is betrayal.
And ulcer threats are caused by fasting—
But No, that's not true.

Starving’s not fasting—
Your body Crave crumbs? Shakes?
That's your cells screaming SALT.
Salt water’s your shield when the weak whispers come.
Add 1/3 tsp of sea salt + 1 cup of water
Boom—
Electrolytes slap your slump into silence.

Know this today:
Hunger’s a wave. Ride it.
Let it crash.
Let it wreck your old chains.
The gnawing? It lies.
The tremble? A test.
Outlast it—watch your cells sing,
rebooted, unclaimed.
Inflammation dies.

When hunger’s claws dig deep,
don’t retreat—
Grin through the grind,
Let your victory be sweet.
Your future self will roar…“Damn, I’m a beast—should’ve done this before!”