Well, the last week has been a bit precarious with food and I'm working hard to get 100% back on track. I hadn't had any big "slips" since I started in January, so this has scared me a bit. All week, I would have a mostly good day, but then pop something somewhat thoughtlessly into my mouth. The final straw was when my daughter walked in last night and I was putting a cookie in my mouth
....That really embarrassed me. She knows how hard I've worked and I felt so ashamed....So, I'll look at it as a blessing in disguise. It kicked me in the butt to get back to healthy, nourishing eating.
I guess it gets back to a quote I've heard from recovering alcoholics, " One day at a time". So, just for today I'm going to nourish my body and stay on track. If the cookies call out to me
, I will answer them with a resounding "NO!"