Remember that pack that I said I wouldn’t touch? Well, I screwed up and touched it. While I know this is bad from the sense that I have to start “the clock” over again, it’s good in the sense that it made me feel disgusting. I hated the way it tasted, I hated how it felt, I hated how I felt both physically and emotionally.
So, now we’re at close to an hour. It’s not nearly as impressive as it would have been if it was almost 13 hours, but I’m not going to beat myself up about it. I’m simply finding things to occupy my time, preferably things that require enough attention that I can’t obsess over every single minute that it’s been. Very few things in life are mastered the first time we try them and this is no different. The trick is to not let myself get so discouraged that I say screw it and give up trying.
