The Wagon Sped Off Without Me!

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I fell off the wagon yesterday morning. I tried to get back on but it sped off into the distance without me. I have no motivation. Why? I took measurements and I've lost. I fit into size 14 jeans and a size 10 cardigan. Why the FRAK do positive things make me give up? Shouldn't it encourage me that I'm doing the right thing?!


Edit: It was a bad 'falling off'. Pizza, fried chicken, chocolate. Anything I could get my hands on. The worst part was I didn't feel bad at ALL. It tasted good & made me feel good.