(Enter moaning, groaning and stomach churning)

Today should have been the first day off the detox, but I kind of felt guilty about the cheating. Not necessarily the little tiny slips here and there, but those two days of gormandizing in particular. So I added two days to make up for it, tentatively making tomorrow the last day, but in classic Diana fashion I cheated a bit today. Not by much, about a half a piece of bread, an almost microscopic bit of cheese, a few sips of leftover hot chocolate and maybe 10 jelly beans. But I don't feel good. I was worried about going crazy and eating every piece of garbage in sight until I had to go find more, but apparently God made the human body complete with anti-rapid-post-detox-backslide defense mechanisms.