Today was my uncle's vigil and prayer gathering. 🤲❤️ It was one of those days where family comes together, prayers are said, stories are shared, and, as always, there's plenty of food. We all made dishes to share, and this morning I told myself I was going to enjoy the day while still staying mindful. I planned ahead and made sure I had enough calories available for the main meal. ✅ Everything was going to plan... Then dessert came out. 🍰 I had a little, and I was still around maintenance. Then my sisters started bringing out the sweets and crisps. 🍬🍫🥔 One handful turned into another... and then another. Later in the evening, pizzas were ordered. 🍕 Before I knew it, I'd completely lost control. If I'm being completely honest, it turned into a full-on binge. Right now I feel bloated, uncomfortable, and very ashamed of myself. 😔 One thing about me is that I always own up to my mistakes, and this is no different. I messed up. And that's on me. But I also know that sitting in shame won't change what happened. What will make a difference is what I choose to do tomorrow. So tomorrow I'll get back to my normal meals, hit my protein, drink plenty of water, get my steps in, and keep moving forward. 💪💧🚶♀️ This doesn't erase the months of consistency and progress I've worked so hard for. It's one difficult day during one of the hardest weeks of my life. Tomorrow counts. And I'll make sure it does. ❤️🙏