OOPS.

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.