On the Cusp of Victory (sort of)

Tomorrow marks the final day of my 12 day long Wild Rose Herbal Detox and I am wanting to have a contraband glass of wine and an oatmeal choclate chip cookie. Here I am, this bloody close to the finish line and I am caving, or almost caving. What is this about? Is this symbolic? Is it like the final few miles of a marathon? The last bit of most endeavours can be the hardest - the most mentally challenging. I am up against myself - and wanting to prove to myself that I can complete this thing. Will one more day of being on this detox make me feel any healthier? Probably not. Will ending it tonight with a sugar-laden goody and a glass of fermented grape juice make me feel better? Probably not. The truth is, I have to endure this to the dire end or it'll just bug me.