For many of us, our darkest moments—when we make the worst decisions and give in to the worst habits—are not when we make that first mistake, but the period of time following that mistake.
If you are trying to eat clean, and one night you and your friends are having dinner and you treat yourself and get some pie, there’s nothing wrong with that. Enjoy it. But what many of us do is shame ourselves, and then the next day or the next few days, we eat more garbage because we think, “Well, I’m already a piece of shit for breaking diet, so why stop now?” But you are perfectly capable of waking up the next day and declaring, “Well, that pie was delicious. But time to get back at it.”
I had a rough night this weekend. After a month of no drugs or alcohol, I went to a Halloween party and drank way too much and ate way too little. I had to be taken care of, a ton of my coworkers were there, and I threw up on my friend who was nursing me back to life. Not my finest hour. The following morning, I was a vegetable. I laid in bed all day, watched hours of shows and movies, and Door Dashed food to my house (I hate Door Dash).
Waking up this morning, all I feel like doing is continuing that train of laziness. But I know I don’t have to. So instead I trudged myself through my morning routine, sat down at my desk and began typing this blog post.
An event such as this would’ve embarrassed and paralyzed me in the past. But I apologized for my sloppiness, thanked my guardian angel, cleaned my room, and continued the process of getting my shit together.
When you fall, don’t dwell on the fact that you’re on the ground. Get the hell up and keep moving.