Maybe I should of thought about that when I was cheating.

I cheated.

Already.

Last night: a Life Group Christmas Party with all the eats to satisfy a room full of sweet teeth. I thought "Oh, come on! It's Christmas!" and didn't enjoy one bite. (Okay, I really did. Whatever.)

But not to the extent that I enjoyed the rest of my lean, cleansing, day of greens and carrot juice and brown rice.

Lesson learned: it's really never worth it. In fact, the appeal of cheating was purely social - a desire to be a part of the Christmas festivities, which traditionally include gluttony. This "party-only policy" would work if I could contain splurges to these one-or-two-hour get-togethers, but I'm so all-or-nothing; my cheating cycle extended to today's lunch. If I had abstained from the cookies, the hot cocoa, the candy last night, I would still be riding the tide of a successful yesterday. As it is, I feel defeat and the sense of procrastination that follows. (Why do today what you can do tomorrow?)

Solution: keep going. Learn the lesson. Start over.

btw: I wasn't the fatty I would have been if I had gone to the party without any goals. So, really, isn't this a success story?