Y'all. I lost my damn mind. I did all the sitting. I ate all the things. I gained back every ounce I worked so hard to lose. Then I gained a few more pounds.


A friend I was working out with said something very valuable. She said that I have never quit.


But-- but--


No, she said. You never quit. You always come back to the gym, you always come back to the wagon. And each time, you are stronger, wiser, more ready.


Damn straight. So after an extended hiatus, I am back on the wagon. It's a little bumpy and the straw is itchy, but I'll be fine.