The first time I forgot.

Last night I put my kids to bed. I made some popcorn, got a beer, and sat on the sofa with my hubby and watched some mindless TV. I cleaned up the kitchen, moved the elf, and went up to bed. I laid there, played my move in Words with Friends, checked Facebook one last time, and then I put down my phone and went to sleep. And I forgot. 

For the first night since I started this little challenge to myself I completely forgot. I'm trying not to beat myself up for it, but it's kind of a letdown that I missed a day this early in my challenge. But I did. And now all I can do is try to do better. And this itself is a challenge. 

In my life, when I miss a day or let myself down, I tend to give up. I'm hard on myself. I see the failure and not the chance to improve. Blow the diet by eating a cupcake? Might as well just eat 10 cupcakes because I failed. It doesn't make any sense, and logically I know that, but I still do it nearly every time I eff-up. 

But not this time. I missed a day, and I'm pissed about it, but instead of accepting my failure and letting it control me, I'm moving forward. I've always loved the "Keep Moving Forward" mantra from Walt Disney highlighted at the end of Meet the Robinsons, but it's rare that I actually live it, and that needs to change!

Keep moving forward…