I have had a few bad days. I ate way too much, drank, and didn't exercise any of those days. I really started to feel down again and began to feel guilty for my poor choices. They were poor choices, but those choices do not have to keep down. That is what I have done over and over again, and that mind set has never helped; I'm certain it's not going to. So I put away all the bad feelings and got back into the groove. I stayed on the higher end of my calorie intake today, but I did not go over. Then I got off my butt and went for a long walk with my hubby. Thank goodness we have each other. He pushed me to get up tonight and go. On his days of feeling less than motivated, I push him. I got honest with him, and I told him last night that I had been overdoing it (eating and drinking too much), and that I didn't think he was helping me by letting me put our walks off until "tomorrow." Tonight that was not an option, and I'm glad I got in the calorie-burning activity. I'm going on, I know, but I'm just so happy that I am not letting the last few days of complacency keep me from getting back on track. I'm back and with a new outlook. I've mentioned dependency meetings in another blog, and I remember one thing someone said to me. After some time of doing well, the greatest buzz-kill is remembering what sobriety feels like, and nothing is farther from the truth. I look at this plan the same way. The food just didn't taste good enough to bring me happiness. Eating--and drinking--made me feel crappy, and I remembered where I could get happy again. I like to look at what my actions, both positive and negative, have taught or given me. I guess I would have to say that each time I fall and get back up, I'm gaining confidence and losing the fear of failure because I can't fail if I don't stay down.