I fell off the wagon last week.

Not with alcohol (I don't drink) but with food.

There was the taco plate on Monday night because I just didn't feel like cooking,
the cheeseburger and fries on Tuesday night because I really wanted one,
and the half a (medium) pepperoni pizza on Thursday night that was triggered by an empty pizza box I kept passing every time I left my office.

And no exercise since last Tuesday.

Today I am back on track. However, I am seriously afraid to find out how much damage I did to myself. The million dollar question is why. Why did I do that to myself? I wish I knew.