I went home early from work today. I was still dizzy from yesterday's collapse, and still felt weak. I slept for a few hours, and when I woke up, I decided, with some determination: I SHALL HAVE SOUP.
It's kinda cheating, but... I think the wise path through this fast is to listen to my body - not to be indulgent with cravings - but to listen. If I'm so weak I can't work and sleep all day, I need more than what I'm giving myself. So... Let Them Eat Soup! (but just a little).