Wait! Wagon! Come Back!

I fell off the wagon. Well, that's not necessarily true. I jumped off the wagon and thought I could have a few hours of fatty fun and then hop back on the Eat-Right trail. No such luck. By the time I was done gorging myself on Thin Mints (damned girl scouts) and Pizza Rolls (damn sell-out Italians), the wagon was gone. Disappeared. And I was left to drown my failure in Dr. Peppers and friend chicken.

It should have been easy to see coming; I went home last week to the fat-farm. My mother, sweet woman that she is, has battled with her weight problems for almost twenty years. She is an excellent cook, when she cooks, and an unrivaled order-er at every restaurant in central Texas. In theory, Mama knows exactly what she should and shouldn't eat, what portion sizes are best, and how to make fantastic meals on a tight budget. In practice, we ate out almost every night that I was with my family - which was 10 nights!

My family is incredible; I always have SO much fun with them. But we are creatures of habit, so even though we all talk about how we can eat better when we are on the road for Rangers baseball or spending Katy's birthday out on the town, we all opt for alcohol, french fries, and the smallest portion of exercise possible while still calling it exercise. All was not lost though. Here are the health/fitness high-points of the vacation:

• Instead of sitting on our butts while Dad was at the baseball game the first Saturday we were in Arlington, Maggie and I went window shopping at a nearby mall. Involved a good bit of walking.
• I spent Tuesday afternoon with my Dad outside on the four-wheelers checking out the range. My lower abs definitely got a little work out because we had to force the four-wheelers through some really rough areas.
• When Ben and I stayed at Katy's, we played Wii Fit (so fun) and went for a walking tour of the Dallas Arboretum.

I drove back to College Station Sunday night and, after indulging (AGAIN!) in a little Layne's chicken, was extremely aggravated with myself. Despite the high-points, I had done a lot of unhealthy things and I made a few April resolutions. Let's just say that I am chasing the wagon down. I WILL get back on and I WILL succeed in making better choices!

(Secret Weapon: I got P90X! If I survive it, I might lose weight. We'll see how it goes.)