Wagons are overrated anyways

So I fell off the diet wagon as evidenced in my first blog post today. I climbed back on this morning and had every intention on staying on. I had lunch plans today with a women's group I meet with every other Tuesday. Some weeks there are just 2 of us and some weeks there are 10 of us. This week was supposed to be at a chinese place near my work. I had every intention of ordering something reasonably healthy.

So I arrive at the appointed time and pay the parking meter. I go inside and no one is there. Since I am not certain if we will have 1 other person or 10 I decide to wait outside until I see some other people. It is a beautiful day in the high 80's so it was nice to be outside. For about the first 5 minutes. Then I started to sweat. Of course I don't have phone numbers for any of the girls in the group since our communications are through email and at church. I wait, and wait and finally after waiting 15 minutes outside I decide I'm done waiting.

The lady that leads the group is notoriously late. Last time she didn't even show up but most weeks she is 15-20 minutes late sometimes later. I suppose I could have waited longer or gone inside and eaten by myself. But honestly I really don't care for the place and I don't want to pay for Chinese food I didn't want and tax and tip to eat by myself. So since I have already paid for parking and the only other places around are burger places, a burrito place, and a sandwich shop I decided to get a sandwich. (They are also more reasonably priced than the other options. I can get a 6 inch sandwich, chips and a drink for $5.50 and they are GOOD)

So that is the story of how I fell off the wagon again. I swear this story sounded better in my head when I was drafting the blog post on my way back from the sandwich shop. It always seems to lose a little something when translated from my brain to my fingers to the computer.