Change is hard. Human beings do NOT like change. We rebel, we chafe, we piss and moan against it.
We like our routines, our comfort zones, what we have come to know.
When it comes to making dietary changes, we fight even harder because it is hard for us to focus on anything but the denial that must go into the process. Denying ourselves the foods that got us into such tight pants to begin with.
We all begin our programs gung ho, full of excitement, fantasizing about how much better we will feel, that life in a smaller size is wonderful and just waiting for us. After all, the ass is always leaner in the other pair of pants, right? (Working title for a book I have going - don't steal it.)
Then a week or two goes by and the scale doesn't magically drop by 20 pounds, we get frustrated, get tired, get our periods, get invited out, hit a rough patch. And we slip.
We cave to the crave, and then we kick our cottage cheesy asses after the fact.
Stop kicking and simply accept that you slipped. Then set to getting back on the right track. Changes in habits, applied consistently, take months to take hold. Eventually the changes you are making WILL become your new normal, and those potholes you fell into will eventually fade in your rearview mirror.
Perfection is a myth. Just do YOUR best for YOU. Come on, L'oreal - You're worth it.