I'm still hungry. Not ravenous, but I miss food. Dealing mostly with the psychological cravings, but also feeling a little slow and spacey.
This might sound a little morbid, but this morning I was thinking that this might be the best way to die. When I googled this, it turns out that hospice workers say that terminally ill patients who starve themselves experience much better deaths than those who die with medical intervention.
I'm starting to feel quite spiritual about this fast.
Went for quite a long walk with Ben. Felt slow and relaxed, as though I'd just gotten out of the bath. Talked him through some emotional trauma. I'm feeling hungry, but quite stable.
