Originally Posted by 114life
For what it’s worth, my life has always been structured around intermittent fasting. I didn’t know it at the time, for much of my life. Growing up on a farm, we really only had one meal. Dinner. We got up and grabbed a couple slices of buttered bread that mom baked that morning at 430am, and out the door we went. Either to school or the barn, depending on the time of year. Dad was always out there, always before us. We got spoiled with an extra 45 minutes more sleep.
Our schools didn’t offer breakfast or lunch until I was in high school, my folks couldn’t have afforded it anyway. But even now, the only time I wanna eat, is dinner. Breakfast and lunch have always been Greek to me.
I don’t go all nuts with traders Joe and whole foods grocers, but I won’t buy that processed shit. It never tasted or set right. You wouldn’t catch me dead at a burger bun or mickey dicks either. There’s some things that can’t be avoided, but my meals are always raw when I start cooking. Every one of them is cooked, not bought.
I clear my dinner plate and take seconds and thirds, every night. I’m still 6’3” and 230 lbs just as I was 20 years ago when I graduated high school. I’m eating the same too. Farm butter, farm milk, farm beef, pork and chicken. All I buy at the grocery is oils and flour, and those vegetables that are out of season.
One meal a day does me just right. Turns out I intermittently fast.
114life.. C’mon nowwww.. You’re making me want fresh baked buttered bread. Ha!Ha! Mannn those are some good memories huh? Nuttin’ like on the farm food! Always loved the trips back to both grandma’s and grandpa’s farms. Grandma would feed the ferrel cats with the scraps. And boyyyy they knew she was coming too! Lol