Life is not perfect. People are not perfect. I'm okay with this. In fact, I count on it. That's why I can live with myself when amidst all of the organic produce on the grocery store conveyer belt there might be a random box of Mallomars (best cookie EVER for those who may not be familiar). As long as, in general, I am moving closer to where I want to be on an overall wellness continuum, I can accept the moments when a little nostalgia (see Mallomars) or a tug of desire