That thud was me falling off the wagon

For the two people who read this blog (Hi, Mom!), you've probably noticed I kind of quit talking about exercising. That would be because I fell off the wagon, so to speak. (my apologies to those who struggle daily with addictions way more serious than my cola fix) I'd been doing good - for me - with making it a point to walk more frequently and to drink water instead of soft drinks. So much for that. What happened? A Sunday afternoon road trip out west of Fort Worth two weekends ago. I was feeling tired, sleepy, needed a pick-me-up and didn't want a hot cup of coffee (or a cold one -- yuck). So when we stopped at a convenience store by the courthouse in Meridian to get the kids a snack and take courthouse photos, I gave in and drank a Dr Pepper. Yes, there are certainly a lot worse things to drink than Dr Peppers -- but there aren't many better than a cold Dublin Dr Pepper (the kind with Imperial Cane Sugar!!) still in the glass bottle. It was very good, as always. I climbed back on the wagon the rest of the day, ordering water at supper and drinking a cup of coffee later. Since then, though, I've had a couple of RC Colas and Dr Peppers (unfortunately, not Dublins) but I am trying to stick to my water guns.
And unfortunately, the wheels have fallen off of my exercise wagon, as well, so I've got to regroup and get going again.