January and the wagon

If I was an alcoholic, I would have this to say of the last two weeks: I'm off the wagon. The wall. It hit back. But I soldier on.

On January 25th, one of my wife's uncles passed and we left on Friday to go out of town. The thing about funerals, aside from the sadness of a loved ones passing, is the food. There is lots of it. People were bringing food to the house, we ate a big lunch at the church following the memorial service. Food, food, and more food. And sweet tea. And soda.

When in Rome....

And all God's people said Amen.

So, following that, was a week of recovery.

And then Super Bowl Sunday. It was good, too.

Which will probably be followed by another week of recovery.

It's time to get back on the plan. I lost four pounds in January. February will be tougher since it's a shorter month.