The Day After.

I found this quote in my email this morning and I found it eerily appropriate:

"Failure is an event, not a person. Yesterday ended last night."
- Zig Ziglar, speaker and author

Last night was a little scary, but it could have been much, much worse. When I hauled out the scale and began measuring things, I realized I was still in control. I was planning on making a serious dent in my flexpoints, but I was still *planning*. And that was the main thing. I journalled everything, and when all was said and done, I was still on the negative side of net calories, so that's all good.

Today is a much better day, thus far. I was teaching today, so I need to get more water in in the next couple of hours, but other than that, everything is going well. I still have not been to the cafeteria. The cafeteria ladies probably don't even know I'm teaching this year.

The worst part about last night? I felt like that food was still sitting in my stomach, in a big lump, when I woke up this morning. It didn't take long for that feeling to go away, thank heavens. I don't know how I used to live like that.

Anyway, I must go make supper. Cheers!