Day 13 of 365

Well today I learned the parable of reaping what I sew. As a matter of introduction I have to begin with the facts and nothing but the facts. Saturday AND Sunday I fell off the wagon like a drunk Russian farmer racing beet wagons. I went out to dinner on Saturday and on Sunday I ate enough peanut butter cookies to feed all the babushkas watching the beet farmers. And Monday I felt like the south end of the north bound nag pulling the ........wait for it.......Beet Wagon. I worked out on Monday and today and I hope that I will out do any real damage that I caused. The interesting thing was how easy it was to give in. That is something that I need to think about. I don't want this to just be a fad diet and gain it all back in a year. I want this to rewire my head, something that my Father tried to do for 21 years, unsuccessfully I might add.