Have you ever lied to yourself? Have you ever hit a ball in the water, taken another tee shot, made a par, and just counted it as a par? It’s so easy to do. You actually DID make a par, but there’s an asterisk.    Have you ever been on Weight Watchers, eaten 3 cookies, but only counted the points for 1? Me too.   Over time it gets easier and easier to lie to ourselves: sure I floss enough, one more glass of wine won’t hurt, I don’t look THAT bad in these pants.   This is where I was in my trading. I was lying to myself. I wasn’t following the rules or my process. I was playing wild and free with size, and it all caught up with me. They say a person never changes until the pain of staying the same gets too painful. In AA they call it rock bottom. In preparing this post I looked up the definition of rock bottom. Many people ascribe to the idea that in order to recover from alcoholism or addiction, the individual has to reach what is called “rock bottom”, or a point so low in their addiction that they are willing to do the work to get sober and recover. – Source They are willing to do the work. They are willing to do the work to recover.  I’d gotten lazy in my trading. I was cutting corners and making careless errors to the point that I started to disgust myself. It’s the way I always feel on January 1st after a month-long partying/drinking/eating bonanza that leaves me longing for a green juice and a treadmill. You may have seen on Twitter that I started a transparency challenge. So much of that was selfish, honestly. I knew