As a yo-yo dieter, I can say, from much personal experience, that it is easier to stay on the weight-loss wagon than to get back on after falling off. Or the horse, if you prefer that metaphor.
Here is what I know:
The wagon is a precarious place to balance, often uncomfortable to ride. There are many obstacles and bumps in the road and the wagon’s path. As a rider, I theoretically have full control over the wagon I am riding but in reality I seem to struggle for control on an almost continual basis. Some days it is all I can do to cling to the edge of the wagon by the tips of my fingers as I fight to not fall off. Other days I sit on top of the wagon as if on top of the world and enjoy the ride. I have great company on the wagon; unfortunately I know I have great company when I fall off. Sometimes a supportive word is all the push it takes to pop me back on top while other times I am dragging behind despite being thrown a lifeline or two or three. And sometimes I am sitting in the road behind the wagon, watching it fade off into the distance, wondering how I could let myself fall again, wondering how I will ever catch up to climb back on. The longer I am off the wagon the harder it is for me to haul my ass back on. Sometimes it takes a few tries. The longer I remain on the easier it becomes to keep my perch. And I am happier on the wagon! I would gladly share my wagon with as many fellow dieters as would join me; it is easier to persevere and more fun when the journey is shared. But no one can ride the wagon for me; I have to do that for myself. A fall off the wagon is a fall of the wagon, regardless of what caused it or how far the distance to the ground. And the ground is hard. And hurts.
Here is what I don’t know:
Will the wagon will always be part of my life? Or will the day come when I walk along on my own two feet, strong and motivated, no longer in need of the wagon for transportation? Able to get where I want to go and stay there on my own. No riding, no falling, no wagon.
I leave you today with a quote from one of my favorite bloggers. Lisa said some time ago – “Face it….riding the wagon can be downright torture sometimes. I get tired of holding on through the bumps and then my wagon seems to pass right by the bakery!! Next thing I know, I’ve fallen into a cupcake.”