Which Wagon?

Sigh. I fell off the wagon AGAIN! Sheesh! Actually, I don't fall off so much as I seem to jump back onto my old familiar wagon. You know, the one where I don't exercise and I eat donuts. Then I'm upset when my pants start complaining again. I want to be on the healthy wagon. I do. I want to show my kids the way onto that wagon, and veer them away from that crazy fun but unhealthy ride. I'm reading a new book on mindfulness. If it holds the keys to the healthy wagon, I'll let you know.