Once more I find myself trying to get back on track from my little slip. I’m not there yet, but slowly I’m inching my way back. Can’t help but wish I was a superhero and all I’d need to do is dig into my little leather briefcase, pull out my costume and viola, I could have super stretchy powers that will allow me to pull my extra weight vertically instead of the way it hangs in all the wrong places (haha…I suddenly have a cartoon in my head…the Incredibles!!! Remember how the dad got all stout and chubby!?! har). I’d even probably being six feet tall.

Seriously though, after each slip I feel like it’s harder to get back up. Let’s not forget Christmas is right around the corner, too, so that’s making it EXTRA difficult. Say a prayer for me, will ya?