8 days. 11 lbs lost. A feeling of death.
I was extreeeeemely weak today. And every time I stood up, I was dizzy and lightheaded. So I ate some random things I found in my kitchen. And now my stomach is making sounds like a rampaging Tyrannosaurus Rex.
Which means the fast is over. Now, this doesn't mean I'm going to just go eat a steak, but I ate, so the timeline is broken. I'm going to have soup for the next day or two. We'll see how my disgestive tract handles it all.
