why is fasting the new yoga?
So, people over 50 seem to have stumbled upon a secret: intermittent fasting, home workouts, and keto meals. You ever notice how something that starts as a personal experiment suddenly turns into a lifestyle cult? That’s literally what happened here. I mean, fasting is basically skipping breakfast and pretending it’s a wellness hack.
Anyway, these folks have taken to fasting like ducks to water. They miss breakfast, sometimes lunch too, because apparently, eating is out of style. The trick they say is to look forward to that one big meal, usually a keto concoction. Picture a plate of greens, maybe some avocado, and meat so lean it almost runs off the plate. It’s like a carnivorous salad, if that makes sense.
Then there’s the home workout part—because, duh, you can’t just starve and eat protein-cum-fat mixes without working out in your living room. You’ll probably find some weird exercise equipment gathering dust in a corner. A pair of dumbbells or resistance bands that have clearly seen better days. But, Covid made working out at home a necessity, and now it’s a trend or something. They do these short bursts of exercise, basically trying not to groan too loudly with each squat. Ever tried lunging in a small living room? It’s like dancing with furniture.
On top of this whole surreal fasting-workout fiesta, they shove down keto meals as if bread and pasta never existed. I guess pasta is a relic for these keto warriors now, relegated to fond memories of their carb-eating days. I’ve seen packets of almond flour line their pantries as if it’s some magical dust. Keto pizzas and keto breads all trying to act like they’re the real deal. But deep down in their keto-loving hearts, they know it doesn’t really taste like anything but a sad imitation.
Maybe that’s why this fasting, paired with home workouts and keto, feels like a very elaborate way of saying, ‘Look, I can live on air and the hope of fitting into those jeans from the 90s!’ My eyes still hurt from reading about it. I need coffee. Ugh.
