A couple of weeks ago I was kicked off the diet wagon. I've been hanging on by my fingertips, with my body being dragged behind it, accepting the road burn because I am nothing if not stubborn. However, this weekend someone stepped on my fingers and forced me to let go and the wagon spun off around the corner and I didn't have the energy to catch it.
So here I sit on the curb waiting for it to come back around. The wait has made me contemplate how wrong I was. I will beg forgiveness and hope they let me back on.