Fruit, fruit, nothing but fruit. The fast hasn’t even started yet and I’m already hungry because there’s only so much fruit you can eat before the acidity gets to you. Worse still, today was a work day and I’m really tired. Looking ahead to what it will be like with no food at all, I am already wondering if I’ve given myself a task I can’t achieve. Still, I’ve got the image of Shaker and the other hunger strikers firmly in my mind. Although we’ve never met – and probably never will – it feels as if there is a bond between us, an implied promise of support.
And that helps a lot.