Today I saw my mom and sister for lunch. We had a nice time. But when I got home I started feeling a lot of anxiety. I felt uncomfortable and unsafe in my body. I don't really know why. But I had a slip up. The anxiety I was feeling got the best of me. I could sit in a ball and feel sorry for myself. Or I can have a bigger snack to make up for my mistake and move forward: and I am choosing to move forward. It's been a good week, one slip is not going to ruin all the hard work I've done. I am a fighter. I am stronger than my disease. I am moving on.
Every mistake I make is a chance to learn. I don't have to feel sorry for myself, I can move forward. I can look At the situation I was in, figure out my triggers, and then learn for next time. A slip is not the end of the world. It's an opportunity to grow. I am growing and changing. I am learning.
Moving forward one step at a time.
Keep fighting.
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