I hadn't SI'd since August 31st. My goal was to make it to Christmas. I had a *bad* night last night, and broke. I was too afraid to tell my T this morning in our session. We took my dog for a walk after and I was going to tell him then, but that didn't seem like an appropriate time. So I emailed him this afternoon and told him, and apologized for not telling him in our session. I have a feeling he'll be so disappointed in me. He's always been so proud of me when I haven't slipped. I guess I will start over and try to make it to Easter or something. The funny thing is, I just didn't care. I didn't care how hard I've worked for the past three and a half months. I was willing to throw it all out the door. I don't really regret it today, but I guess for my own benefit I have to keep trying.