The Dreaded Bad Day

So I knew this day would come. After three weeks of totally clean OMAD eating in which I counted my proteins, cut out all processed sugars, embraced good fats, and drank nothing but water/black coffee, a day came where I gave in to bad habits. We were celebrating my wife’s birthday by going out to a local brewery. I drank two high alcohol content beers. We then visited a bar where my sister was working, and I had an Old Fashioned. Without eating, I got proper drunk. That night I ate my weight in Chinese food and finished with a bowl of ice cream. By the time I got into bed, I felt so disappointed in myself. I “ruined” all my hard work. I would have to start over from the very beginning before my body could find its groove again. My cravings would return. This one bad day would derail my health train, and I would never be able to get back on. That was yesterday. I woke today, and it’s like yesterday never happened. My stomach was a little upset this morning, but by the afternoon everything was normal. I’m not hungry. I’m not craving. I had the ambition to use my resistance bands. Hopefully someone else can take some encouragement from this. I wouldn’t want to make a habit of yesterday, but one bad day didn’t break me.