DAY THREE JULY 5, 2026
Sunday. I wake up with one clear intention: I need to eat today. That sounds simple, but I’ve spent years intermittent fasting. Eating regularly isn’t my habit. Now I’m trying to get a protein source in every three hours, which means I have to pay attention.
I know the pattern I’m trying to change. I’d make bad food decisions, feel bad about eating, and decide I just wouldn’t eat for a while. Then four o’clock would come. Between four and eight, I’d eat a bunch of crap and justify it to myself: I only ate for four hours. I could go to sleep and do the same thing tomorrow. I kept ending up back in that cycle, and I’m done with it.
The food occupied more than those four hours. I love sweets. I love salt. I’d go through the day thinking about what I was going to eat later, what I’d have that night. I’d plan it in my head. Even while I wasn’t eating, I was thinking about eating. I want to learn how to feed myself without spending so much of my day caught up in that.
Lauren and I talk about food today, about the self-sabotaging habits I’ve battled. She has eaten well her whole life, and she’s helped teach me. I haven’t known how to do that very well. The cravings and the food noise have been hard to explain to somebody who hasn’t experienced them.
I take my creatine this morning and begin loading, then settle onto the couch and get to work. I’m focused and getting things done. I’m starting to notice something changing in how I feel mentally, although I don’t know what to make of it yet. I can’t put all of this down to peptides. I’m making other choices too: the egg instead of the cookie, earlier sleep, getting my food back in check.
At eight fifty this morning, I log happiness. I’m happy to be doing this. It’s only day three; I haven’t built some long streak of great decisions. I’m committed, and having a direction feels good.
The three o’clock alarm goes off. Time to eat. I dismiss it and keep working. I’m absorbed in what I’m doing. Three twenty-eight. That’s when it hits me: holy shit, I’ve got to eat.
I haven’t been sitting there fighting the urge to eat. I’ve forgotten. After all that time spent thinking about food, I haven’t even noticed that I’m due to have some. My body hasn’t prompted me, but I still need to get up and feed myself.
So I get up. Chicken again. Keeping it to simple food—protein, salad—takes some of the decisions out of the day. I’m trying to learn how to eat regularly and make choices I feel good about. So far, I feel good, and I haven’t noticed side effects or adverse reactions.
Tonight, I do my evening routine and get things ready for tomorrow morning. I’m beginning to make that preparation part of the day, so I can get up and get on with it. I’m trying it; I don’t know yet whether it works better for me.
Today, paying attention means getting off the couch and eating.
Age Strong.