I guess these past 6 days were some form of dress rehersal for the "real"phase 1 starting tomorrow. My book is waiting for me at the local post office and will have my breakfast and pic it up tomorrow. It's funny but something feels different this time around. Even though I blew it big time, I do not feel guilty, nor a big fat failure. It was humanly impossible to resist all the snack size bars late at work and for the first time in a while, I enjoyed the "high" we feel after eating chocolate (I never felt it much since I ate chocolate all the time). Of course now I feel like going to bed, I have no energy, but I'm ready to start again tomorrow.
CM