Okay, ya it's true, I blew it yesterday. I'd felt it coming since day 6 and I can't even believe that I held off until day 10. To be honest, day 10 is notoriously difficult for me. Most often that's when I bail out and don't recover.

Well, not this time.

I slipped up, I'm admitting it, and it's okay. I'm not a machine, and I'm not perfect. I'm human and I obviously have a problem with food or I wouldn't be here in the first place.

There, I did it, I said it out loud (well sort of out loud). My problem is I hate to fail at things. If I'm not going to be perfect at something I don't want to do it. Well I can't be perfect at life, but I still have to do that, so I might as well own up to my screw up and keep on truckin'.

So I'm back, my head is held high, and I'm picking up where I left off before my brief detour.

Gone Wild!