Where did the term “Falling off the wagon” come from? *stopping to google it, and see what comes up*
Okay, so now I know, and for your enjoyment the history ( I found) behind it refers to the days of Prohibition when ladies would ride wagons through towns espousing the evils of alcohol. When they could, they’d find a reformed drinker to ride the wagons with them to give more credibility to their speech. And, if they started drinking again they “fell off the wagon”.
That phrase gets used by a lot of people for a lot of things besides drinking these days; myself included.
My recent wagon was supposed to be one of better eating, exercise, good night’s rest. I fell off, and got back on, then fell off again, then on, off, on. All this up and down nonsense is making my emotional legs ache for all the running to catch up and climbing. Too bad THAT doesn’t help a body get fit.
I can’t seem to get all three phases to abide symbiotically. I can sleep *great*, but then the exercise and eating struggle; same goes for eating, or exercise, then the other two falter. Sometimes–sometimes— I can get two going at the same time. Why not all three? I want, I need all three to work together.
Why such a fuss? A couple of reasons. 1) I flat out refuse to be a fat Mother-of-the-Bride. No, no one is even close to getting married here–sheesh Sweet Pea is only 13! Sugar Bug is 10. But it took a long time for the pooch to go from pup to full-grown dog. And I’m not talking Chihuahua, okay? It’s gonna take a while for it to disappear. 2) I’m almost 40, need I explain more? Thought not. 3) I can’t multi-task to save my life, but if I can’t multi-task this it may cost me my life. I need to prove to myself I can do this, and finally be able to say I quit quitting. Only because then I can say I don’t have to start again.
Well, I guess tomorrow I have to go find the next wagon stop and climb back on. Hopefully all three of my partners board together and try not to escape the ride.