OK, so, I broke my fast a whopping day after starting it. I'm not too happy about it. I stopped eating Thursday night and fasted until Saturday afternoon. I was doing fine until my fiance (Oh, I got engaged by the way) and I started going over menu options for our wedding reception. I just completely broke down. All that talk of spanikopita, brazed lamb chops and crab-stuffed mushrooms just put me over the edge. I'm not going to let it get me down though. I'll give it another shot soon. Debbie will be out of town all next week so I may duct tape the fridge shut, and really try to get down to brass tacks with this fasting idea. I will chalk this fast up to a learning experience and try to use this experience to my advantage. Hell, I never thought I could make it through a single day without eating.