On Holiday

Easter. The first holiday landmine of my weight-loss program.
I started off well, with a breakfast sandwich made from a 100-calorie bagel (those flat ones), an egg, a little feta and a little cheddar.
I stayed out of the Easter candy; in fact ate nothing else until I got to my Aunt's house at 2:30. Then I ate ham, mashed potatoes and gravy (about a full tablespoonful), hashed brown potato casserole (about 1/3 cup), green beans, 1/4-1/3 cup broccoli casserole, 2 meatballs, 1/3 cup red jell-o with a pretzel & cream cheese crust, 1/4 cup corn pudding, one dinner roll w/ butter, and 2 glasses of red wine.
Wait- I wasn't through yet. I had a small rice krispy treat, a small piece of peanut butter pie, and a piece of cheesecake. I came home and had some jelly beans for good measure, and I'm contemplating having a brownie.
This is actually a demonstration of restraint compared with holidays past. I kept the portions small, but had everything I wanted. You don't have these foods everyday, so I feel comfortable that I will be right back on track tomorrow. We'll see what Tuesday brings, but I know that my actions have consequences.
Last night, knowing this was coming, I took a major hike of approx. 6 miles with major hills- an hour and forty minutes. It was a significant workout. There was none significant today; just a bit of housework.
I'm bothered that I feel something like failure from one freaking holiday. I'm trying not to over-emphasize or analyze it in my mind, but that's what I do. It's just food, it's just a day, as they say it's not what you eat on holidays, but what you eat in between them that does the damage.
Of course I hear the rationalized and bargaining tone of this post, and I don't like it. That's the burden that chubbies carry, and I believe wholeheartedly that with a chubbie's mentality, it is impossible to change your life. And isn't that the goal, after all?
Sometimes it feels a long way off.