Today is my 24th day of fast (out of 28 - I'm eating every Sunday).
I don't have an appetite at all. An idea that I may eat tomorrow is almost repulsive. But I'm weak and sluggish; too weak to walk my dog (I have to pay kids in the neighborhood, they are so cute, happy to have a 'summer job'). Fortunately, a grocery shop is only a mile away, otherwise it would be too dangerous to drive.
I also have a very nasty cough, two - three times per day. I suppose because I was a smoker at one point in my life, a long time ago. I can't say that I'm depressed but I'm certainly spaced out. I feel as if I'm in a twilight zone and the worst part is lack of concentration and boredom. Of course and guilt of not doing much of anything.
I'm looking forward to watching Olympics though. I'm sure that will help me to go through the next two weeks. It would be nice to reach 40 days. Probably impossible. (I'm starting to treat fast as my personal Olympics.) Anything just to put myself through.
I'm not sure what to do about tomorrow (Sunday), I will probably buy some oranges and make some orange juice, so that I don't deviate from the Plan. Last Sunday I tried Coke, it was awful, awful. Awful.
Otherwise, my skin feel much smoother, I would be dare to say that some wrinkles are gone, eyes are certainly brighter. I'm not sure about my weight, I still don't want to weigh myself. After all, it seems kind of irrelevant.
So much from me. I wish all best to all fasters. It would be nice to hear from Anfisa, hope we haven't lost her.