My stomach just growled. And last night I had a dream. In the dream, I was on Day 10 of the fast, and while talking to friends, distracted with TV in the background, I grabbed a piece of brownie. I ate it and was horrified that I ended it at Day 10.
That was just a dream. I guess I am not at peace in my life. Perhaps my hunger is instead of nausea, as I feel more hungry than nauseous. But Day 11 is half over, and I continue to be weak. Perhaps I am behind the times...everything will take longer with me. May have to beat Jesus (40 days) and Gandi (49 days).