I was all ready to start this post bemoaning my status as an utter failure. Except I don't really feel that way. That may not be a good thing for my waistline, but it is a very good thing for my psyche.
Eating is not something that you can win at. You either make good choices or bad. It doesn't mean you lose, as that decision has no real bearing on your next meal. Unless, like me, you let it. One bad decision begets the next, usually. I've already had too many cookies, so I may as well have some more! Oh, Jess. I am lucky I never did drugs.
So, I will leave this weekend where it belongs; in the past. Regretting those cookies will only make me feel lousy. And dammit, they were tasty! It's a new dawn, it's a new day.