The Wagon

Today, was to be the day I got "back on the wagon," the diet wagon that is. Where did the phrase fall off the wagon come from? You might be wondering, as I was. So I looked it up. I found this next little blurb an enlightening piece of trivia.

Before roads were routinely paved, municipalities would dispatch horse-drawn water wagons to spray the streets in order to prevent the clouds of dust that traffic would otherwise cause. Anyone who had sworn abstinence from alcohol (and would presumably be drinking largely water from then on) was said to have "climbed aboard the water wagon," later shortened to "on the wagon."

Why is it that when I am trying to get back on the wagon it never seems to slow down. Full speed ahead seems to be it's mantra, which would be fine if I were on the darn thing. But of course not. First, you fall off and this proverbial wagon most likely runs you over. Few, at least not myself, are able to take the short fall and just climb back on. Most likely it will take me some time to recover from the fall. The injuries usually include fatigue, weight gain, an absence from the gym, a decrease in water intake and sometimes even an upset stomach. This time I have chosen a weight loss buddy who I hope will give me a hand as I attempt to make the climb. Unfortunately, today I made a flying leap for the wagon and missed, by a long shot. Maybe tomorrow.

For now I leave you with a diagram of , what else, a wagon.