Last week I was making eggs for dinner. I pulled an egg out of the refrigerator and SPLAT! The egg was running down the side of the fridge, on to the freezer, before finally dripping into a puddle on the floor. Maggie ran over and attempted to lick it up. I grabbed the dish towel and cleaned it up. Within a few quick moments, the mess was cleaned up and I was back to getting a fresh egg for the skillet.
My life should be like the egg incident. When I go off track with my eating or "drop the egg" I should clean it up and move on. One dropped egg shouldn't lead to a dropped meal, dropped day, dropped week, etc.
It's not the end of the world. I need to just keep moving forward!
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