I didn’t so much fall off the wagon. It was a slow descent. It started with the Day From Heck where the only solution seemed to be a piece of pizza smothered in my most faithful condiment, ranch dressing.
You might have noticed there are some comments after the video below that mention “I’m glad the day turned out OK after so many problems.” Because problems? They were aplenty.
Here’s an excerpt from a post I wrote exactly one year ago, to the day:
“To sum up, the past 24 hours have been filled with a lot of pain with minimal progression.
Freezies are swell when teething is rough.
Look how I’ve grown. I am so buff!
I don’t cry anymore when I go for a swim.
Hey, here’s my dad. I really like him.
I lead a charmed life and I know it. There isn’t much I am justified in griping about, but every now and again I get mopey and angsty and huffy anyways.
It’s been a month since I started Weight Watchers and am pleased to report that the weight loss tally is hovering around 6 lbs. This is good. I’m feeling healthier and happier and…gassier.