I blew it.
Last night, I totally blew my whole30. Completely.
The sad thing is, I blew it for something not that special, and I had endured plenty of opportunities to eat something really special and prevailed.
Okay, it wasn't a complete loss. I didn't eat any sugary processed junk. But I did eat wheat, and cheese, and butter.
I was doing so well, too. And finally, finally sleeping.
I don't know why I fell off the wagon, but I do know this: I will not let one screw-up determine my next step. Always before, one indescretion has led to "well, I already blew it anyway, so I may as well eat ice cream, and go to McDonalds, and etc etc etc."
But the thing is, this whole30/whole9 thing SO isn't a diet.
It's a lifestyle. One that already makes me feel better, and look healthier.
And since I've said all along it's not about weight, one slip up doesn't change my journey toward health. I just veered off the road for a minute, but I'm back on the straight and narrow now.
And loving the journey.
