My favorite pants that used to be so loose on me are tight again. I haven’t walked to break a sweat in over a week. I did the new squat routine once and could barely walk or get up from a chair for a week. My shoulder is still bothering me. Oats are a distant memory. I’ve had pizza four meals in a row. There is a candy bar containing 40% of my daily value of saturated fat and a bag of jelly beans sitting in front of me right now.

I have officially fallen off the wagon.

And been run over by it.

Twice.

Damn.