I started off with a bowl of porridge, which was cool, but then I made the mistake of eating an orange from my grandmother's house and ended up curled in a ball of trying-not-to-puke pain for 10 hours. Note to self: never eat anything from grandma's house.
(As as aside, does anybody else take a bite of food and go, "Gross! This is rotten." and then eat the whole thing anyway? Why do I do that?)
I broke my fast 3 hours earlier than I wanted to, mostly because I was having trouble standing up. Oh, and heart palpitations. That worried me a bit. I never got hungry in the tummy-rumbling sense, which shouldn't surprise me since I have a pretty poor diet and my body's probably used to living on little food. With zero food, I had very little energy and found myself sleeping a lot. Unexpectedly. Like when you wake up and you're like, "I was asleep? When did that happen?"
Anyway, I'm sure I didn't accomplish anything political, but that was my drop in the ocean.
Harper doesn't speak for me.
Peace,
Giselle
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