Believe me, I truly do understand. Everyone backslides. From February until October, I barely got out of bed except to go to work. On weekends, I would crawl into bed Friday night, and not get out until Sunday evening.
I stopped cooking. I stopped parenting. I stopped answering the phone, checking email. I quit going out, even to the market. I just lay there, waiting for my life to end. Then, out of the blue...I had a day that didn't suck.
