Fell off Wagon

DAY 35 (and counting!)

AND

ONLY "EIGHT" (not 6! sorry!) DAYS LEFT ON PHASE ONE!


Fell of Wagon Definition: "When one resumes an addictive/compulsive behavior they are trying to control. Orginally referred to drinking, but now encompasses many other behaviors such as eating, smoking, drugs.."


It started out good. I looked up some recipes that are part of Phase One. OOOOOO Guacamole! Yes! Sounds soooo healthy! Avocados! Organic of course. Lemon juice. Organic, what else? Sour cream..nope, not on list..but olive oil is ok (EXTRA virgin of course) and garlic, too..fresh organic. I improvised and added a little goat cheese yogurt to replace the sour cream. The taste was OUTSTANDING! YUM YUM YUM!

But...what do I dip it in? To really test it out? A couple of chips won't hurt? Would it? It's almost un-American to not have chips with guac. ain't it? I mean those crispy, organic, crunchy chips just look soooooo lonely in that colorful bag. A few won't hurt no one.

"Here, here, girl, just have one! " (all of a sudden that old song, "I got the power!!" starts playin' in my mind...you remember it? "...it's gettin' it's gettin it's gettin kinda heavy! I got the power!!)

"GIRL, You got the POWER to just have ONE!!! Did Phase One really say you can't have just one?" (sounded like that serpent's voice when he whispered to dumb Eve in the Garden)

LIES! I ain't got no power! And the only thing "gettin' kinda heavy" is me if I don't get a grip!

Sorry, gang. I fell off the wagon today. I had chips. And then since I felt the old, "Well, you're in trouble now, may as well enjoy," I had some jasmine rice, too. Now I have the other feeling after you mess up: REGRET and SELF-CONDEMNATION. But only for about an hour.

I had to pray myself out of it..and make myself accountable to one of my sisters. I didn't feel so bad after she told me she rode by McDonald's and saw a wanted poster with her face on it that said, "Missing since last Thursday." Although that is a good thing, I felt comforted that she understood me.

Well, I am back on track. I repent to all of you. Especially if you had to be wrestled away from a bagel dripping with butter and you won. There is no excuse for my pathetic behavior. Not even one day away from my monthly friend. Not even the fact that my boobs can be used as flotation devices right now. No. NO excuse and no pity-party. I have to finish strong with my team!

See you Monday!

PS-If anyone else "messed up" please share! Misery loves company!

XtremeFaith