Bandwagon

Last night I fell off the bandwagon. I felt guilt, depression, disappointment, and then I pulled myself up short. Just whose bandwagon was I on? I think I had gotten on some hardcore nutritionist's bandwagon by mistake. I like that bandwagon. I would like to find a permanent seat on that bandwagon someday. But I that is the Ferrari of bandwagons and I am on an '88 Chevy Nova wagon. I have skills to gain and strength to develop. I need a wagon that will make frequent stops to allow me to jump back on and I need to feel great about getting back on or I may give up - and that is not an option. Besides, I think unfounded guilt and angst are worse for you than brownies. So, let me take a moment to define my wagon:

This is the bunny-hill of wagons, for people just getting started.

Every time you fall off you are welcomed back on.

My wagon is open to all positive and supportive people.

Nay-Sayers can wait for the Ferrari.

On my wagon the expectations are high, the support system is fantastic and failure is not an option, because you only fail when you abandon the wagon.

Every time you get back on you are stronger.

Getting back on the wagon brings joy, not guilt.

The pace of my wagon may be slow, but it is consistent and it is always moving forward.

Okay, I am feeling better. I know where I am going, how I want to get there, who I want on my wagon and I have enough bandwagon imagery to last me a long, long time.

Is anyone taking the same ride?