It's days like this that make me realize how much I take out my emotions on my body. It's a constant battle. I'm bracing myself for detox week. I just went a little bat sh** this weekend with eating and not exercising. I haven't missed a work out for like 2+ months, and this weekend I missed every workout, completely intentionally. The good news is, I've decided that I'll be a most-of-the-time vegan, but I won't freak out if/when I eat meat/animal products. That's what this weekend taught me: I can eat meat and still sleep at night. It also reminded me of how awful I feel, physically, mentally, and emotionally when I'm careless. And, it reminded me of the long journey that my path to health is going to be: I've been battling massive guilt for the decisions I made over the past few days and as I've been doing this I've been wishing for freedom from this guilt - it's like a sickness that I will never be cured of. Oy. It's been a long two years and I still have so. far. to. go.