I haven’t fasted on Yom Kippur for years, but since I happened to remember what day it as today before I ate or drank anything, I thought I’d give it a shot – for part of the day, anyway. It’s about 11:30 AM now. The thing is, I’m not hungry as such, but I’m definitely a bit lightheaded, and sometimes the letters on my screen are a bit hard to see. Of course, the proper answer for that is that anyone observing Yom Kippur is supposed to be in services or at home, not at work. I’m a half-assed Jew at best.
The question is how much longer to go on. I certainly won’t fast all day; I have to drive home, and since tomorrow is a national holiday (October 10, Ten Ten, sort of like a Taiwan independence day) the traffic will be very bad. I will certainly continue at least until noon; the question is just how far to go from there. And also why. A statement of identity, I guess, even if it’s only in my own head.
Edited to add: Noon now. Here comes the headache, right on schedule. I think I’ve been erging too much, though: my brain keeps trying to apply the tricks I use to finish a long erg piece, even when I’m not meaning to push this longer. “Come on, you can do a little more! How about just one more hour? Or maybe three? What if you just take a sip of water? After all you don’t want to get dehydrated, and that’s not really breaking your fast!”
Note to brain: please stop.
And later still: I decided to break my fast at lunch. I don’t think “brain was annoying me” is a rabbinically sound reason for ending one’s fast, though.