Fasting and Travel: A Report From the Field
Iâve been noodling with intermittent, morning fasting recently, and just put it to practice on a trip to Greece. Hereâs my experiences with both: I hope my anecdotes are helpful, and shed some light on an experience which others may be considering.
Food
Food is a finicky little problem for me. Every meal, every bite, is a joyous little moment in my day, one of visceral delight and pleasure. Deriving experiential pleasure from caloric ingestion is a very tricky thing to navigate: Iâve learned I must anticipate this when I plan a meal, its ingredients, and its size, and need to be present for every bite. Without imposing a heavy-handed, highly cognitive self-regulation during a meal, every nibble, even when Iâm full and sated, will earn a stamp of approval from my naĂŻve and error-prone mental arithmetic: on its own, each bite brings immediate happiness, and incurs a small, abstract, longer-term cost, so I nibble my way from âsated and fullâ to âregret and sadnessâ.
I did a small project with two meditation group friends on being more mindful of oneâs habits, and my odd tendencies of food consumption came to mind. I evaluated some changes to my environment and behaviours which could be introspective, or perhaps affect a change directly. Intermittent fasting has been one of the more interesting ones.
My first fasts have been in the morning: rather than eating breakfast, I stretch out the period of foodlessness from dinner the night before through to lunchtime. In practice, itâs simple: in the morning, I pick a time to eat lunch, around 12:30 or 1 PM, and take a moment to plan out a healthy meal. Once thatâs figured out, I make a cup of black coffee (importantly, no milk or sugar) and go on with my day. (I donât drink much coffee, but Iâve found a good half or full cup of coffee helps keep me energized and distracted from my grumbling stomach.)
Iâve been surprised and impressed by my brain and bodyâs reactions to the fasts. They feel clarifying and simplifying: thereâs no meal preparation or cleanup, and having my lunchtime menu and time planned out helps silence my brainâs normal angst and perpetual hand-wringing about hunger and food: âAm I hungry now?â âWhen did I eat last?â âIs it ok to eat now, or should I wait?â âShould I snack, or wait and make a full meal?â âRice pudding is an acceptable breakfast, right?â âI donât really want to take the time to cook, but Iâm hungryâŚâ Also of significance: my bodyâs hunger subsides an hour or two after my usual breakfast time, and it doesnât seek revenge at lunchtime and come roaring back.
Iâve done a small morning fast for a few mornings while working at home, and during a couple of travel days on the road. Iâve found it easier than Iâd expected, and a very calm experience. It reminds me, in some strange ways, of meditation: itâs a very deliberate removal of a stimulus from oneâs environment, and in its absence, thereâs a bit more space and free airtime for other things.
Around the same time as I began my fasting project, I realized I might have a trip from San Francisco to Greece on my schedule. Iâd wanted to try a fasting-oriented approach to coping with jet lag, and this was great practice: the fast Iâd need to do while traveling would be at least 12 to 16 hours, possibly longer, and Iâd be awake for most or all of it. Greece is 10 hours ahead of San Francisco; during a trip to Uganda last summer, also 10 hours ahead, I suffered from jet lag for several days, I was suddenly very interested and motivated to try something new.
The rough principle behind fasting during timezone travel: by removing the dayâs normal food schedule cadence, you upend your bodyâs day and night rhythms. When you break your fast in your destination in the morning, and sync up the rest of your day with the new time zoneâs food schedule, your body, hungry for food and eager for stability, takes the hint about the change in time far more easily than if youâd continued eating on a normal schedule. As I explained this to Patrick and Maja: normal international travel is confusing to your body. You wake up, eat breakfast, lunch, then dinner after dinner after dinner, a snack, another dinner, one last dinner, and then go to bed. Fasting keeps it simple: wake up [loss of food signal] off the plane breakfast lunch dinner bedtime!
(More reading on jet lag and fasting: a write-up from Harvard Business review on the original research, a bit in Harperâs Magazine, Jezebel with a handy timezone calculator, and the obligatory Lifehacker article.)
So: here I am in Greece, three days after my arrival, and I feel pretty great. Hereâs my little story, a few anecdotal data points, from which someone can perhaps draw some inferences or plan out their own fast:
My departure, travel to Europe, and arrival in Greece
I ate my last meal in San Francisco at 10:30 am Pacific: I had a regular nightâs sleep, and ate a small breakfast with a small espresso. I fasted for 13 hours, skipping lunch in SFO and dinner on the plane, slept less than an hour on the plane, and ate breakfast shortly before landing in Frankfurt. (Frankfurt is one hour behind Greece, nine hours ahead of SF, and this meal was provided around 8:30 am local, 9:30 am Athens, 11:30 pm San Francisco)
I crash-napped briefly on my next flight, from 3 to 4:30 pm local time (6 to 7:30 am PST), and ate dinner in the airport around 8 pm Athens time. I slept fitfully that night, but did get around 8 hours of rest, from 10:30 pm to 6:30 am (and I caught a pretty delightful sunrise!)
I ate on a regular schedule on my first full day in Greece: a substantial breakfast with a tiny cup of coffee at 8:30 am, and a large lunch at 2 pm. I snacked again at 3:30, and that was my last food for the day. At 6:30 pm, just as the light was fading for sunset, my body crashed hard, probably from the lingering sleep deprivation and general time zone nonsense, and I went to bed. (This was 8:30 am PST: perhaps my body had some fuzzy, lingering memories of sleepy weekend mornings it was trying to recreate.) I woke up at midnight, fairly awake and pretty hungry, and had to keep myself entertained until sunrise and breakfast. So, in sum: 5 hr 30 min of sleep.
I had breakfast at 8:30 am on that second, very insomniac, day, totaling up to a 17 hour fast. I ate on another normal schedule that day: coffee with breakfast, espresso at 11 am, lunch at 1:30, and dinner and drinks around 7:30â8 pm. I was sleepy in the early evening, but stayed up, and crashed into my bed hard at 10 pm. I slept pretty soundly until church bells woke me up at 7 am, for 9 hours of sleep.
In Review
My daily energy has felt quite completely normal from the morning through daytime hours until 6 pm. Even today, my third full day here, my body felt drained and sleepy right around 6. (Then again: I get yawny right around 9:30 pm on a normal day at home, so maybe Iâm just a bit early of that mark.)
My sleep has been weird: I slept real funky that first night, had a bad night on the second, and Iâm not sure if last nightâs rest was the start of a better trend, or a post-insomnia correction.
My appetite has been in sync with the usual local mealtimes. Itâs nice to be hungry when places are open, and aside from night two, to not wake up to a growling stomach.
What I think has been effective:
Iâve avoided an unnecessary amount of caffeine. Iâm happy to go to bed a bit early: 8 or 9 pm is fine by me, as long as I get more than five or six hours of rest.
Iâve avoided drinking for the first couple of days. Itâs pretty normal to sober up while sleeping, and your body has a brief middle-of-the-night wakefulness episode as a result. If that were to occur while my âmiddle of the nightâ was actually â10 am Pacific timeâ, Iâd expect to have a tremendously difficult time sleeping.
Iâve stuck to normal meal schedules. I woke up fairly damn hungry at midnight that second night, but I knew a 2 am snack would do more harm than good. I drank plenty of water and kept myself occupied until it was breakfast time, and I think that extended fast probably helped cement my body into the local timezone.
What Iâd do differently next time:
I wish Iâd done a longer fast during the flight out. If Iâd skipped breakfast on my day of departure, my total fast from dinner in SF to breakfast in Frankfurt would have been 26 hours, instead of 13. I think this would send a much stronger signal about the time change.
Iâd consider being less rested for my flight, or traveling during a different time of day. When traveling west to east and landing in the morning hours, youâve effectively excised the origin time zoneâs sleep hours from that dayâs schedule. If Iâd had my usual bedtime occur while on the plane, Iâd have gotten three or four hours of rest, breaking up an irrationally lengthy day. (Going from 8 am wake-up in San Francisco to a 9 pm bedtime in Greece is a 27 hour wakefulness marathon. Itâs pretty funky.) All things being equal, Iâd prefer to sleep my way through a fast, especially if itâs more than 20 hours.
















