I didn’t hit a bump and fall off the wagon. No I leapt off and danced around while the wagon left me behind. I smelled the flowers and then ate a few just to see if they tasted good. They didn’t, so I tried another kind. That’s as best I can describe the last week and a half. And here people were finally noticing weight loss. “Anna, you losing weight?” “Yeah, you gonna eat the rest of that brownie?” I did good Monday but yesterday, of course, was Halloween. I’m not sure I’ve ever been good on a Halloween EVER. It’s a very cruel holiday. But today is a new day. And as Jonathan reminded me, it’s a marathon. I’m going to have slow points. Now, why I chose to run backwards in the journey back to me, I’m not entirely sure. But I’ve facing the right direction now. And I hopped back on the wagon. Thanks for saving my seat!