Well - allrighty then. After 17 days of win and one of Epic Fail, it's Day One once again. This is going to sound weird, but getting that slip out of the way makes me a lot less afraid of Thanksgiving with my smoker in-laws and rambunctious nieces and nephew. I've already felt the repercussions of a slip, hated it much, and have no intention of going back to that place. It's like - I've done it, I've slipped, and now I know that it s*cks royally, and any curiosity I had about what it would be like has been (painfully) satisfied. It's just not a possibility for tomorrow - or any other day.
Thanks for the whacks and hugs yesterday. You guys are the best. I have new determination to kick butt, as it were, and will not take any successes I have for granted.
The real time to celebrate will be 18 days from now, when I've bested the beautiful quit I just blew.
One thing I'm really looking forward to tomorrow - for the first time in their lives, my nieces and nephew won't have to wait for Aunt Kate to be ready to play because she's off smoking with the grownups. That will be a serious reward.
Love, Kate
