Fasting was easy for my body — but surprisingly hard for my mind

I’ve been experimenting with intermittent fasting for a while now (mostly 16:8 and sometimes longer).

Physically, it wasn’t that bad.

Hunger comes and goes. Energy stabilizes. You adapt.

But mentally… that’s where things got interesting.

The hardest part wasn’t the food.

It was the constant internal dialogue:

“You deserve to eat, you’ve had a long day.”

“One snack won’t ruin anything.”

“Why are you even doing this?”

Most fasting advice focuses on timers, hours, and rules — but very little on the emotional side of it.

What helped me the most wasn’t tracking time.

It was reframing why I was fasting in the first place and learning how to ride those mental waves instead of fighting them.

I’m curious — for those of you who fast regularly:

Do you struggle more with the physical hunger

or with the mental/emotional side of fasting?