I was lucky and was born in 1990. I've always appreciated that all you have to do to figure out my age is add 10 to the year. Like, when it's 2054, I know I'll be 64.
Ty for the encouragement! I do feel like in the past, I've allowed my slip ups to totally derail my diet. This time I'm trying the relax the reigns on myself. What I've learned over time is if I'm too much of a perfectionist, I'll most certainly fail. What's the saying? Don't let the pursuit of perfection ruin progress?