Now, I’ll be the first to admit that the regime I am undertaking is extreme and as such there should be hunger and satiety issues.
There aren’t!
Let me give you an example.
Last Saturday I had a carb frenzy at my mother in law’s. Shepherds pie with carrot, broccoli, cauliflower and sprouts followed by cherry pie and cream. Probably around 1600 calories in all for the day. That was on the back of a 22 hour fast and 11 mile bike ride. Last ate at 7.30 with liquorice sticks (bit of a passion, you know - the soft chewy ones!) and a glass of milk.
Sunday.
Went out for an afternoon 17.6-mile bike ride in appalling weather, still fasted. Ravenous aren’t I? No. Came home and broke my fast with just a tin of beans/sausage (400 cals) after 20 hours without food. I was ready to eat, but not famished. 6 o’clock came and went. I still felt full, so skipped my other 400 to see what followed. That’s satiety being acknowledged and acted upon. I just followed what my body was telling me to do. So why wasn’t I tearing lumps out of the fridge? Simple, my fasting insulin was through the floor - super, super low; which gives me uninterrupted access to my fat stores. This makes my body happy, as the conditions are ideal for it to reach out to get to my set point - my ideal natural weight. It doesn’t want this condition to change by making me hungry, ergo, no hunger. Hard to believe I know, but that's the science and my experience so far.