Well, I knew it was going to happen. Even YOU probably knew it was going to happen. I could have focused, prayed, gone straight home, but I opted not to. I didn’t even put up a fight. I didn’t even think about putting up a fight. I enjoyed my drinks and dinner at the restaurant, and I enjoyed my box of wine when I got home. At least I did up until 4:00am this morning when I woke with a very dry mouth, a pounding headache and dying of thirst. AND more bites to the SAME side of my face.
But I’m okay with it all. (Even if the left side of my face IS full of red bumps and ugliness under a bandaid :)) No berating myself, no anger that I let myself down. I’m not counting the days so I don’t feel as though I’m starting all over again. Last night was, well, last night. I am not planning to continue the binge. I guess I think of it like being on a diet. I ate my bag of cookies, oops, but today is another day and the cookies are gone 🙂 The old “dust myself off and get back on the horse” scenario. None of this day 1 business again. That’s just down right depressing, and I’m not going there. It’s just not for me.
I feel like shit, but I feel really good. Go figure.