I started the day at 4:30 AM — running, personal routine. By 7 AM, the body began its habitual search for food. I drank water instead and rested.
Hunger is loud at first. Then it quiets. Around noon I slept deeply, dreaming vividly. Around 2 PM I woke and spent the afternoon working on a motorbike — and found, strangely, that purpose dissolved the hunger. When your hands are busy with something meaningful, the body forgets to complain.
By evening I felt light, clear-headed, and grateful.
Fasting is not punishment. It is a reminder: the body needs far less than we think it does.
Thanks to Ruby Bảo Ngọc for the guidance.