Getting a Feel for Self Forgiveness
I ate the cake. I did it just now.
I know, I know... but it was chocolate cake with green mint frosting, and it just looked so delicious sitting there in that glass case. Normally, I'd be left feeling pretty rotten about myself, and (because I felt rotten about myself) I'd probably completely blow my diet for the next day or two.
Instead, I just feel a little silly and rueful. It's nice. It's live-withable. I don't feel the need to go raid the kitchen for a pint of Ben and Jerry's in some sort of weird punishment/comfort combo, and I know that tomorrow, I'll be right back on track.
I feel like I'm finally getting a sense of my weight loss journey as a *journey*, not a destination. (cue cheesy music) And I think that's a key part of making this a lifestyle change. Three cheers for self forgiveness, and down with self flagellation.
I hope if you fell off the wagon today, you can pick yourself up and laugh about it.
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