Monday, Monday.
I fell off the wagon.
The no horizontal shenanigans with MM wagon.
This is new territory for me. I have never gone here before. Surprisingly, I do not feel bad about it. I do not feel like this is a way for us to get back together. I do not feel all warm and fuzzy and full of renewed hope. It happened and that's it. It was fun. I was so excited to fit into my cute little Victoria Secret goodies. I was thrilled to feel so sexy in my slimmer body.
Am I compromising my morals? It isn't like I am sleeping with numerous men. Just one man.
I think this is part of finding myself through the veil of "shoulds" I have had dictated to me for years.
My developing outlook - Every now and then, it is okay and perfectly acceptable to fall off the wagon.
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