No memes-- must crash
Fasting is one of those things that gets recommended everywhere, particularly amongst Buddhist writers. My experience of it is confined to pre-ops and preps, and includes automatic hunger migraine. Thus I assumed that it, like seated meditation, is something my body flatly forbids. But fasting when you have no appetite-- when, indeed, your innards double-dog-dare you to put anything inside them, including water-- turns out to be a doddle. Only now does it occur to me that the dragging tiredness might be partly due to hunger and not the stomach flu which ('ware TMI) lost me six pounds between yesterday morning and today.
Fasting also may have allowed me to meet my work commitments today, but oh! am I glad my work commitments are over and I have all tomorrow to sleep.
Fasting also may have allowed me to meet my work commitments today, but oh! am I glad my work commitments are over and I have all tomorrow to sleep.

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But yes dieting is hard for me but Ramadan (barring the first day and a half) is just life carrying on.
Rest well, when you can sip something ... really slowly or just suck on some ice.
Hope the fasting goes smoothly and that you're over the flu soon enough.
*gentle hugs*
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Water is a really lovely thing. One doesn't realize until a day without it.
(Edited because my addled brain read Goujun as Goujian and chose the wrong icon.)
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Oddly I had more energy yesterday, though that might have been down to the twelve hours of sleep I got, in amongst the internal bombardments. Or maybe just knowing that I had to be functional for seven hours. Necessity is better than energy bars, on occasion.