I have fallen off the wagon. I started running on one of the coldest days of January with the intent to run at least 3x's per week but somewhere around the end of the month, I had lost all power. I went from 3 to 2; to 1; to a sporadic run/walk here and there while the kids were at practice to not at all. I was so ashamed that I did not tell people.
Yesterday, I went for a fitting to participate in a fashion show and almost cried as I looked at myself in the mirror. I screamed inside, how did I get to this point, what happened? Somehow I had fallen off the wagon and I truly felt it. I began to curse myself as I know better but where do I start.
Liposuction, Fasting, Grapefruit Diet, Atkins, Medifast, Weight Watchers– who knew there were so many options:) My mind instantly told me that I wanted a quick option but I was instantly reminded that I did not quickly fall off the wagon and that I needed a plan to get back on it.
I “googled” fall off the wagon to see what would appear. Many of the articles spoke to people struggling with Alcoholism but I found a blog written by Michelle Anderson, who is a fitness exp. Her words and the image ” jumping up and beat-feeting it to the rest stop ahead where you can catch up to the wagon, eh?” put me in motion this morning. I was so focused on the fact that I had fallen and not on the fact that I could catch back up to it and get on.
Today, I am recommitted to my wagon and I hope you will join me on the journey or at least encourage me…
2 miles down at 8:30 AM:)