where'd the wagon go?

I knew it would be hard to follow weight watchers down in Florida.  The food was free, so I couldn't be too picky about what it was--and to be honest, I had no plan of being picky.  I thought I'd be able to jump right back on the wagon when I got home.  It hasn't been that easy.  To continue the metaphor, I can't even see the wagon and really have no desire to try and find it.  I really like the foods that I've been eating the last week+ and I'm really tired of eating healthy.  I know I need to lose weight for my health, but the jalapeno poppers are calling...

I guess part of me is feeling like if the husband can start chewing again, why should I be trying to lose weight?  Of course, he's probably feeling the same way too.  I think I'm using him as an excuse to eat right now--which is definitely the wrong thing to do.

A battle for another day though.