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Is that a wagon in the distance?

I fell off the wagon. Well, that might sound a little accidental. When in reality it was more like, "I'm getting bored with this wagon ride, so I think I'll just get off here." And then I kicked the crap out of that wagon until it was but a distant dot down the road.

 In this case the wagon was my commitment to that silly Wii Fit. I got tired of hearing that stupid trainer say things like "you seem a little wobbly today" (to which I would say something classy like "No shit Sherlock!") or for the scale to move ever so slightly - and ever-so-slightly wasn't  enough to keep me motivated. I needed more!!!

 So, I jumped off the wagon. Makes a lot of sense, right?

 WRONG! 

 But justification is a powerful thing and something I've nearly perfected these many years losing, then gaining, then losing, then gaining . . . the same 40 pounds. Heck, you could say that by now I have a PhD in Justification. 

 And here's the thing, that wagon is still there waiting for me to get back on. It's not going anywhere, it's just patiently waiting for me to get on with my sorry, justified arse.

 So, Wii Fit trainer, get ready to admonish me for "it's been 20 days since we've last seen you. Working out regularly . . ." I guess, I'm ready to listen. 

 Let's do this.

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