Thursday, March 24, 2011
Where's My Stinkin' Wagon?
Not only do I feel like I've fallen off of the wagon, it seems as though my particular wagon backed up, ran over me, backed up again, ran over me again, & then took off like a runaway-pony-express-scene in an old Western.
To the previous chocolate debacle, let's add a peanut butter epic & see how that helps the cause...& in case that's not enough, let's add some nachos & a margarita for good measure. This week has been forsaken.
At the beginning of the week, I was secretly worried that I had hit the dreaded plateau. Ha ha! A plateau seems highly unlikely at this point. All signs point to me wracking up a tidy little gain on Saturday, and yet I still don't feel guilty. I wonder when that becomes a problem. I'm all for banishing self loathing, but perhaps a little baby loathe could be useful right about now. Instead I feel oddly content & have placidly tracked every wayward bite. I suppose that's something, but it would be more of a something if I could step away from the junk & chase down my wagon. I've got to get back on before it rides off into my sunset without me.