Sensations were correct.

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Not ill.  Not this, not that.  Gassy.  Not from eating the wrong things, I don't believe.  A condition that is happening as I change what my body uses for energy.  Changing from burning glucose, blood sugar, insulin, or whatever it is or is called to burning fat.  And, burning not just consumed, but perhaps body stored, fat.  This is what is happening, if I had to guess.  Why so long?  As with anything, from engineering, to construction, to discoveries, the process takes as long as it takes.  My guess is that, since I am inactive it took a bit longer.

I was talking to my neighbor about this.  It seems fasting even helps with things like cholesterol.  He is a bit nervous.  I promised I won't try to talk him into it.  I just don't go there.  Even if it works for me, I don't need others to try it.  I don't care if it works for others.  I promise nothing.  I am not sure others can or should try it.  End of the discussion on that.  Now, if he decided to try it?

If you are considering trying it, I wouldn't suggest you go my way.  I simply don't break like you people.  Period.  I don't.  If you decided to do something damned foolish like this, I'd... advise several things.  First, a slower approach.  Don't fast every day, definitely don't fast for two days in a row, then back that with another day of fasting, having no regular meal days.  Especially if you have demands, real life, and other stressors.  Work outside in the heat?  Is your work strenuous, or can it be?  Do you work or live with people?  Then you might really consider just test fasting one weekend day a week for... until you either get the hang of it or realize it isn't for you.  Then, maybe, if you catch it, then try a weekday, then maybe two.  Three fasting days a week, while slower, might be much more practical and could help to keep you from biting someone's head off or running yourself ragged.

I did tell him that my energy levels are actually much better.  It's just that I am waking up late, I have a really bad heart, it's hot as blazes... with lows only in the low 70's there just isn't relief, and I am... I said xenophobic, but that isn't it... agoraphobic and maybe a bit paranoid.  Hell, I am THE Catholic in this town... couldn't be too xeno.  Then again, many Catholics don't like me, so...  *grins*  I'm not a whatever for social or family reasons.  I just don't swing that way.

Ah, right.  I didn't take a blood test before dinner... only had one test strip left.  I wanted to see post dinner.  And, two hours after my last bite?  My blood sugar was 154.  Yeah, I best get in for more strips.  Yes, that is a new low, by 15 points.  It'll do nicely.  Definitely a trend.  Oh, and I had some of the best enchiladas I have had since family used to make it.  The flavor profile was perfect.  It wasn't hot, but a lot of the food I grew up on, Mexican food, isn't hot.  If you liked it hot, and one of the elders saw that you were clueless and no one had helped, they would chop up a jalapeno for you, or sich.  Of course, you would return the favor by running to the store for them, without coaxing, or doing other small favors.  Life was good, but you had to do your part.  Still, I didn't need or want heat tonight, so it was perfect.  I even had a bigger meal tonight, as I hadn't quite planned on dinner.  Forgot.  All good, especially by blood sugar.

Later.