Darn yet hurray!!

So I'm back on a diet liquid.  It started last Tuesday night (so 9 days ago) and I have to go until Monday (so I have 5 days left).  It's not fun but not as bad as the first time around because I'm not abiding to the liquid rule too strictly.  The purpose of me going back on this liquid diet is basically to give my stomach a rest and help decrease the inflammation.  It seems to work although this morning, I tried to eat scrambled eggs and it didn't suit very well with me.  Maybe eggs are part of the problem.  We'll have to wait and see.  But I'm 2 for 2 in the getting stuck department the last times I tried to eat eggs.  The scientist in me thinks it's not a sufficiently large sample to be really significant but I'm still seeing a trend and I'll pay attention.  So to that effect, my BF convinced me to keep a food diary.  I'm actually keeping two: one for when I get stuck and one for everything I eat and drink.  Otherwise, I'm still feeling great, even elated with myself, my life, my progress, my surgery, my weight loss, my body, etc.  Which brings me to the second thing I wanted to share here today.

Yesterday was a hard day.  Hard in the sense that I felt hungry and was craving all sorts of junk food all day.  And I caved.  I had three small candy bars.  You know, the small bite-size ones that we give out at Halloween.  I had two snickers and one Crispy Crunch.  I also had chips, again, the small container of Pringles (21 grams) that we give out at Halloween.  110 calories so not that bad.  But usually, I would feel guilty because this would feel like cheating.  And to be honest, I did feel a bit guilty but then I said to myself: To Hell with it.  Today, I'm craving these things and I'm going to eat them but given that in the past week-week and a half, I haven't craved these things,  I probably won't have the same cravings in the next few days and it's ok to give into them once in a while when I have them.  And the end result of this was that I felt at peace, relieved and proud of myself for being reasonable and not giving in to the panic, guilt, shame and blame that I would have usually felt before.  Dare I say that this is progress?