I think everyone has a bad day. We all slip up.
These mistakes don't define us, but rather, it is how we pick ourselves up.
That being said, I'm having a time of getting back into things.
Between my back saying "no más" and my grandma being "no más," I've "no más'd" myself into a bit of a funk. It's an endless cycle -- an emotion gets me down, I stop taking care of myself the way I should, I gain weight, eat badly, and then feel depressed about that.
There was literally one day i was so depressed I barely even got out of bed. On a normal day, I average around 11,000 steps. On Wednesday, I had 976 steps. My calories consumed has gone up, my activity down, and my alcohol intake up.
In other words, I'm a mess.
Did you know that the only day that doesn't end in "day" is "tomorrow?"