When I finished my morning coffee and realized I was not in depression pain—oh joy!—I immediately decided I should work on the BERP. Bad idea. I worked for an hour and then suddenly hit the wall: I froze up like a catatonic. I was apparently moaning, because Bob came down and rescued me, taking the scissors out of my hand and telling me it was obvious I needed to take the day off.
"But I'm not depressed," I said. "I should work on the BERP."
"You need a break during which you're not depressed," he replied. "It's June! We're not up against the deadline yet."
And so I relaxed, and felt good again, and just sprawled on the couch for over an hour—so happy to be not depressed, and not working on the BERP.
It's a beautiful sunny day. I hope y'all are having a good Sunday!

I haven't exercised in a few days, so planning to get back to that. I've been doing great with the eating, but I had pizza last night even though my calories were spent. I didn't have take out, but went and bought a frozen pizza and put it in the oven. I'm not regretting it today, and I'm back on plan. I feel good, and I don't feel like this is me sliding backwards. I didn't lose control - I made a decision.