Broke my fast an hour ago. Ate dinner. Mac and cheese, two hotdogs with mustard (no buns, thank you), and corn on the cob with ICBNB (think Fabio). Ate a 2" brownie and about three tablespoons of Dublin Mudslide Ben and Jerry's Ice cream. *sigh* I wasn't going to eat until tomorrow morning, but technically it was a full day of fasting since it was 24 hours since I had last eaten. Yes, I counted sleep-fasting. I guess I could have gone on longer, especially considering the fact that both my mother and sister were oblivious to the fact that I hadn't eaten all day. I wish what I broke my fast with was more healthy, but that was what was on the menu for dinner and the ice cream and piece of brownie was probably a consequence of watching them eat an entire box of Entenman's cookies . . . after I had made them both pancakes and eggs. Ugh. It was quite hard to sit back and watch that, let me tell you.
Tomorrow will be better. Technically Saturday and Sunday are my bad days and I did see the 180's again right before dinner. The very end of the 180's, however. I must have really gained 5 pounds. Or the salt is still in there. I don't know, but I hope Monday-Friday of this week sees me getting back down to 187 at least.
I may do a fast from time to time. The next time I do it, however, I will not drink soda at all. I drank a few glasses of it only to realize belatedly that diet soda does have sodium in it. Urgh. Mostly I sucked on ice cubes and drank water and sparkling water. I had a cup of tea in the morning.
Toward the end I was getting a little dizzy when I sat up, but it was a good experience for the most part. It taught me that I have determination and that when I really want to I can call upon it.