We hate talking about it.
Well, at least I do.
Yes, I – THUD – fell off the wagon.
I sat there on the dusty road and watched it roll on.
Here’s what I didn’t do…
Get back on my feet, brush myself off and chase after it.
Nope, I convinced myself that wagon-riding is a slow way to get anywhere.
Day after day after day of monotonous sameness.
Watching what you eat.
Making sure you get in plenty of exercise.
Not playing new drinking game I invented where you watch Fox News and take a swig every time anybody says anything is Obama’s fault.
Excuse me, but I have some changes to make.
And a wagon to catch.