So I kind of fell off the weight-loss wagon and landed with a serious thunk. OK, that’s not quite true. I didn’t fall off; I was thrown. That’s not right either.

I jumped.

I took a big ol’ running start and leaped off the weight-loss wagon. It was quite graceful until I botched the landing.

While I can’t say for certain that it was a conscious decision, I didn’t take any action to stop it.

Fried dill pickle chipsI’ve been coasting along, thinking I need to get back on the straight and narrow, but then succumbing to the siren song of chocolate. (My kryptonite.) And Mexican food. (Hazard of being an Arizona native.) And fried dill pickle chips. (Yum!) And cake. (Need I really say anything?) And parmesan-spinach dip. (Sooooo good.) And Rock Springs Café pie. (Heavenly.) And the list goes on.

You see the inherent problem here. Any one of these things would have been OK. But it wasn’t one. I looked at each one and said, “Get in my belly.” Which translates to on my ass.

Seriously. If that’s not a bright glittery welcome sign urging evicted pounds to return, I don’t know what is.

And my eating schedule? All over the place. Nowhere near the every three hours for which I was aiming.

I even canceled — active decision here — my last two SWLC appointments. That certainly was not smart, but I gagged the little voice in my head that told me I needed to get my butt in for a reality check from Tanita and canceled anyway.

I guess after hitting my 42-by-42 goal, I didn’t want to acknowledge the backslide.

quote-Mark-Twain-denial-aint-just-a-river-in-egypt-100607_1Maybe if Tanita didn’t see it and document it, it wasn’t happening.

But it was. It is.

So, yeah. I’ve not been much into good choices lately. Why? I’m not really sure. I know there’s a root ca
use, but I’m not sure the “why” is important now.

What I need to do is suck it up and remember my endgame, particularly now that the holidays are almost here.

I will stand on Tanita this Tuesday and face the consequences of this little detour that I’ve made part of my weight-loss journey. Because that’s all it is. A detour. Or maybe simply a wrong turn. Now it’s time to make a U-turn and find my way back to the main road. If you’ve ever been my passenger, you know I’m great with ‘u’eys.

I saw a couple of things on Facebook, and my immediate thought was, “Yep, that’s definitely me.”

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Ain’t it the truth? That, and the best-laid plans.

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Welcome to that thing we call life, my friends. That’s just how it rolls.

I confess I have done myself a bit of damage, but I have not undone all of the hard work of the past few months. That’s where I am going to focus.

Life happens, and then you wrest back control.

This isn’t my first wrong turn or detour, and it certainly won’t be my last.

But I refuse to throw my hands up and quit. IVE says I already have. She’s wrong. Dead wrong. I haven’t failed.

I can do this. I’ve been doing this. Break time is over. Back to work.

Goal reminder: I will be down another 20 pounds from my last weigh-in (that will be a total of 63.5) by Jan. 1, 2016.

Bring it…