So here I was, moaning and groaning how I’d fallen of the wagon, how I was eating all the kids’ candy, boo hoo, what should I do.
So what does my husband say?
“Sounds like you should start tracking again. And set a goal.”
Sputtering. Bu-bu-but.
Leave it to a guy to cut through the crap. I’m starting tacking again. As for a goal? Hmmm…
