I was crabby all the way into the next day, until mid afternoon Sunday. Mopey and sullen. Short-tempered. Not a place I like to be.
I didn't realize 'it' until Monday evening, though. I didn't realize that I never once thought of my usual soothing mechanism. That I never felt compelled to eat 'bad' food or drink copious amounts of wine. It just never entered my sphere of possibilities. I did, however, go for a brief run outside for the first time in, well, I don't even know.
I didn't realize that I broke out of my stern until my mood had lifted, and then I was even happier to find the mood gone with no setback on my goals.