There are many, many ways to fall off the workout and diet wagon. For me, traveling was one of them.

I’m not much for traveling. I don’t like flying–I believe coach class was meant for size four women, and I’m definitely not a size four woman. And I’m certainly not one for cold, and for me, the 50 degree weather was more cold than I care to deal with.

The conditions, the less than thrilling “fitness center” in the hotel, and the inaccessibility of my own bike made for a lost week.

The reality, though, is that everyone falls off the wagon.

The true measure of character is climbing back on.
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