I was perfect all day

I was perfect all day. I had a nice, “normal” sized plate of food, I felt no need for seconds or dessert, in all it was an incredibly successful Christmas dinner.

Then, eventually, it was time to clean up. Sadly, much of the scraps headed for the bin, wound up in my mouth. At one point I started calling myself Hoover, because I was a human vacuum, sucking up everything in sight.

I woke up not feeling great, and immediately told Brandy that I had no business on clean up crew in the future.

Years ago, I’d have either kept the misery going by eating everything in sight, or practiced self flagellation by entirely withholding food today as a punishment.

But, as I’m a practitioner of moderation, I am simply back on my plan today.

Today, is a new day, and I will win today.