So I stumbled last night. Maybe it was a night of celebration over my 6lb loss in the last week, but let me tell you, when I fell off plan, it was a GLORIOUS fall, face down with a mouth full of sand. One of those falls that you'd see on America's Funniest Home Videos. Pizza, and hot wings, and regular sour cream
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That being said, I am back on track, and ready to work a little harder today to make up for last night. More water (wow, that stuff must have been chalked full of sodium, cause I woke up as thirsty as if I had been drinking last night), more walking, more commitment.
While I'm not proud, I'm not beating myself up either.
Just dusting off the sand and carrying on.