Last year, therefore, I was very bad by the end of the morning services, at about 1:30-2PM. I was bad enough that people made me eat and drink, which was so very hard. I went home to bed and stayed there, except for saying afternoon and final services alone, until it was full night.
This year, in my seat surrounded by friends, I was *fine*. I mean, I was hungry and I got a headache at one part, and it's always worse around mealtimes, and I sat whenever possible, but I was never dizzy and I felt fine. In fact, I didn't break my fast until after the evening service, about 7:30. I had several people making a point of asking how I was because of last year.
Also, other than one portion, I managed most of the service using my Hebrew-only machzor - mostly because it was lighter than the Hebrew-English. That gets important by the end.
I got into the prayers a time or two, but the best thing was watching Joy. Joy turned twelve this past summer, so this was her first *real* Yom Kippur, the first time it counted. She'd fasted last year, but knew she could stop when she wanted to. And you could just *feel* how important it was for her, how much she felt it. It was beautiful.