The Agony of Defeat

I broke down and got the chicken marsala from turtles last night; it was too easy. I looked at my partner and said, "wanna go to Turtles... my treat." Needless to say half an hour later we were munching on our dinner salads. Damn. I was doing so good, too. Ah well. Some lessons were learned... 1. Honor Your Cravings: If I hadn't gotten that damn chicken marsala into my belly I would have become a lunatic. No detox or weight loss is worth being strung out and crazy. 2. What comes around, goes around: I was sooooo sick after dinner... a couple of times through the night and even this morning until about noon. I was seriously thinking about calling sick to work, but they would have killed me; so I made sure I hit the bathroom when I needed to (which lucky for me seemed to settle down around noon) and reminded myself every bathroom visit that I did this shit to myself, now the shit's coming back at me. :) I made a juice for breakfast and lunch, and got back on plan until I got home. I work outside and I was freezing when I got home so I made some tomato soup and a grilled cheese. I am gonna keep juicing and eat (moderately) when I feel the need. Life is too short to be feeling deprived; but honestly, this fast doesn't leave you feeling hungry... it's the mind that has to be set right. I am gonna get back on track tomorrow... I am not resetting the start date.... this plan is gonna be fraught with potholes and road blocks... I will encounter them and go around or through them (kinda' like life).