How I did on my weight loss fast

In case you're wondering what happened with my fast, which I'm sure you're not, I quit. So there goes my dream of fitting into the clothes I bought and stowed away anticipating the day I would fit into them. I have not lost hope. I will get to that ideal weight someday, somehow, but first, I need to go pick up a donut and bottle of Coca Cola to ease away this morning's worries.