Whoops

Sooooooo, that bandwagon that I was supposedly on. The one that so many of us eagerly jumped on at the beginning of the year. Well I have a confession. I’m off of it. But don’t worry! I found a NEW bandwagon. Yup it’s the “I’ve fallen off the Bandwagon” Bandwagon. It’s the hot new craze as this month ends. What can I say, I may not exactly be a trend setter, but I know popular when I see it. So I had to see what all the commotion was about. Well, I did. For about an entire week too. My ‘excuse’ at the beginning of the week was pure laziness, but as the week progressed it was very much about stress eating, slight depression, and tons of anxiety due to the current situation with baby BDawg. You can read about it here, here, here and/or here. (Thanks so much to those of you who left such nice comments. It REALLY means a lot). 

Now, this new bandwagon offers an extremely exhilarating ride and I will be the first to admit how sweet it tastes. Actually, it tastes a lot like pizza, ice cream, peanut butter, chocolate, taco bell, and cake. Yum. This new ride however, seems to be missing their scale, and I kind of miss the scale from the “healthy life” bandwagon. The new wagon also doesn’t have anywhere for me to write down what I eat. I also have to pretend like I don’t know how to move at all. I have to just sit around all day, who wants that. There must be a stronger gravitational pull on this one as well, because I feel soooo much heavier on this ride compared to the other one. The driver here is also somewhat crazy. She drives like a MANIAC, going blindly into everything, without caring that she might crash with the thunder thigh truck or ba-donk-a-donk mobile. Frankly, I am a bit nervous, and feel like I might get sick if I stick around much longer. So tonight this wagon is pulling over and letting me off so that Sunday I can set out on my search for that oh so loving “healthy life” bandwagon that I once adored. The one with the luxurious scale, the delicious fruits and veggies, yummy home cooked meals, the safe driver who plans her routes before hand, the encouragement to get up and move, and where the gravitational pull is not all out of whack. Yeah that one. The one I said I would ride until I could navigate it’s routes on my own without it’s assistance. So as I am finishing off my bowl of ice cream, and waiting for my “stop” I will leave you in saying the oh so cliche statement: I will start over again, tomorrow. No seriously, I will.