'Fessing Up

The addict in me wants to lie, to run away, to hide in shame, to engage in self-condemnation. How could I get through the main event (in this case, my sister's funeral), only to pick up, without a thought, afterwards? How could I be so committed for 50 or so days, and throw that away? All I heard was that the caterer found a vegan bakery, one that was gluten-free, refined sugar-free, soy-free, and nut-free, just for me, so that I wasn't left out. "Here, try a bite," she said, and the people-pleasing addict in me jumped to the forefront and did just that.

Today, I'm here to continue to commit, and to acknowledge that I didn't throw away the past 50+ days.  I know that I'll go through the cravings again and that my head will tell me to give up, or to start over tomorrow.

Right now, I'm cooking up a big pan of coleslaw and red cabbage and broccoli slaw. If I'm tempted to veer off plan today, I'll come here and post instead.