No Change, But I'm 'Aight

Weigh-In: 294.8
5-Day: 296.2

Well, I didn't lose anything yesterday, but I didn't gain anything. I'm fine with that, as my 5-Day dropped down to a new low at 296.2. If I weigh anything under 298 tomorrow, it'll drop well into the 295's, so I really can't complain about that one bit.

I have a ton of energy today, and I'm not sure why. It's just one of those mornings where you wake up, and you don't see why you can't take on the world, and all it can throw at you, and walk away the winner. I don't get those mornings very often these days, so I'll embrace it, and go after it.

I've been DYING to play basketball recently. It's an AMAZING cardio workout...sprint 100 feet, shuffle around, jump a few times, sprint another 100 feet, repeat for three hours...playing basketball three nights a week in college was how I lost about 60 pounds in five months. Problem is, I don't have anybody to play with, and I'd have to play at night, so playing outdoors ain't gonna happen.

I'll look into it and see what I can do.

Anyway, not much else to say, today. Everybody have a good one.

Summary Time

I started the whole database thing when I was at a solid 338. My first day of keeping track was 12/22/06. Since then, here's what I've done.



Average weight loss per day: .26 pounds

December: 5+ pounds lost
January: 6 pounds lost
February: 8+ pounds lost
March: 6+ pounds lost
April: 6+ pounds lost
May: 9+ pounds lost
June: 3+ pounds lost (so far)

Total lost from weigh-in to weigh in: 43.2
Total Lost by 5-Day Average: 41.64

I'm ok with that. January was a killer month with stress and travel, so I see what happened. No excuses, though. I should never put weight on. January was great! I lost a little over six pounds!

Still, I'm good with an average 7 pounds per month loss the other months. I'd prefer some May repeats. May was my 2,400-per-day calorie month. And I really went from 307 on the 10th to 298 on the 31st. Nine pounds in 21 days once I started eating my 2,400.

We'll see what the rest of June brings. I'm at roughly three pounds lost thins month, right now. I have 10 days to get that number up. I'm aiming for an eight.

**EDIT - Fixed**

Sometimes I Just Don't Understand

I'll blog some more about this later, but I wanted to get this out there for everybody this morning.

Monday and Tuesday have been my first two days trying to stay around 2,400 calories in about a week. We also went for a quick 3/4 mile walk last night. Still, I have to raise an eyebrow at this morning's weigh-in:

294.8.

I stepped on that scale five times, and I saw a 294.8 every time. No clue how, but I'll take it. And I'll eat 2,400 calories again today. Maybe I'll drop to 292, huh?

Weigh-In: 294.8 (new low - duh)
5-Day: 296.56 (new low)

More later.

Beware.

Weigh In: 296.4 (new low ???)
5-Day: 297.0 (back to 50 pounds lost)

The image says it all. It has not been a great few weeks in our home. As Beck mentioned in her post over the weekend, stress is everywhere for us, and it's taking its toll.

For the better part of the last four years, I've handled the stress great (not counting the whole 'eating for comfort' thing). I always managed a smile or a joke to help lighten the mood. I always seemed to have just enough strength to hold those around me as high above the stress as I could. But no amount of push ups can give you the strength to do it for this long.

I feel defeated. Things seem hopeless. Even as I'm working on a project that could make us very comfortable people, I don't have much faith that anything will come of it. For the first time since my mom died in 2004, I want to curl up in my bed and stay there for a day or three.

Life is like a movie trilogy. Think Star Wars. Episode IV was great. They rescue the princess, Luke meets Obi Won, Han becomes a hero, they blow up the Death Star. Episode VI was also a positive movie. Luke is a Jedi, the Emperor is killed, the galaxy is freed, Han hooks up with Leia.

Then there's Episode V. Nothing but bad in this movie. Their ice base gets destroyed, Lando betrays everybody, Luke gets his hand cut off and finds out his arch enemy is his dad, Han gets frozen in carbonite - and at the end, it shows the main characters looking out a window with a "what now?" look on their faces.

I feel like I'm in the second part of my life trilogy. This is where everything goes bad, and the audience is left hanging for three years until the third movie is released.

Shoot, I don't even know if the third movie has been written, yet. Maybe I'm supposed to write it. Maybe I'm supposed to direct it. Or maybe I'm just waiting, like everybody else, to see how the story ends.

Until then, I'm fighting hard in many areas of my life. So hard, that I feel like I'm being stretched too thin. Finances, kids, wife, job hunting, weight loss...all on the tip of the iceberg. I never used to doubt my ability to handle it all, and handle it well. But the doubt has crept in.

I don't have patience for anything, my level of understanding has dropped considerably, and my capacity for caring is pretty much drained.

Hey, at least I weighed 296.4 today, right?

Challenge

As Dave and Beck prepare to go head-to-head, I can't help but think that some contests might just be what some of us need to get the weight loss train moving.

So, pick your opponent, lay down the terms, and go at it.

First to lose 10 pounds?
First to hit their next goal?
First to bench 200?
First to run five miles?

Name your terms, and throw down the gauntlet. This might be tougher for some than for others, and many of us are at very different levels health-wise, and at very different points along the weight-loss journey. So, keep that in mind as you go forward.

Be sure to blog about your challenge so we can all follow along.

A Pound Of Celebration

Weigh-In: 298.0
5-Day: 297.16 (boooo!)

Well, yesterday was my Birthday/Father's day, and I let loose a little. Didn't eat clean, but it was a special occasion. It ends up that I put on a pound over the "holiday" weekend. Not exactly thrilling, but I think on days like that, you should be allowed a little fliexibility. We did walk a good 2.5 miles, so that may have taken the edge off a little.

So, that brings me back this 297 number my body appears to have grown attached to. I liked it, at first. 297 sounds much better than 360 or 347. But now that I've been in the 297 range for two weeks, I think it's time to say buh-bye.

My issues (and yes, these are all excuses), are many. No gym. No trainer. No friends. No bike. No money. And not much in the way of time. Plus, I HATE running. It's the most boring excercise in the universe. I LOVE running for a reason - to beat my man back on defense, to run down the overthrown bounce pass, to tackle the dude with the ball - but just running to run? I've never been able to do it. Back when I was in pretty good shape, I could run about 3/4 of a mile without stopping. Then I'd drag my sorry butt another 1/4 mile to say I got the whole thing done.

But I digress...

Fact is, I've lost 50+ pounds by eating smarter and increasing my activity. I walk to the store, now. I play with my kids more. I run up the stairs. I toss the football with Beck at the park. I've been on more 2-3 mile walks in the last four months than I've been on in my life. I've even topped 7 miles a couple of times.

I think if I were trying to get a Men's Health body, I'd have a little more fire about it all. But Beck and I were talking yesterday, and it's always been my goal to get healthy, and stop being so fat. I never had any intentions of going on the extreme food intake plans that many of you are on. I still eat carbs. I love me some pasta. And I dig me a sandwich. The change has been that I've gone from white flour to whole wheat or whole grain. And instead of a box of Little Debbie's, I'm more inclined to grab an apple, or some baby carrots.

I'm not worried about eating low carb, or low fat. I'm just trying to eat better, and live smarter.

And that's worked, so far.

But I have a feeling that the whole "better and smarter" approach will only take me so far. I need to kick it up a notch. In an ideal world, I'll have a bike with a 21" frame delivered to my door today. I found one on Craiglist for $150, but if you read Beck's post this weekend, you know that ain't going to happen. Next best, I'd mysteriously make 6-7 friends, and we'd all go play some pick-up ball a few nights a week. But unless my kids suddenly allow me out of the house, I don't think I stand much of a chance with that one, either. Maybe I'll win a gym membership from a contest I never entered...

I dunno. I've been very proud of myself during this seven months. I'm pretty sure I'm the only member of the Coalition doing this 100% on their own - no gym, no trainers, no memberships, no workout buddy, etc. It's just been me, some walking, some jogging, some push ups, and the motvation from this blog.

But I sense that I'm going to need something more, soon.

I bought the new Men's Health last night (get it - good stuff), and I was actually upset that I got it. It tells you all sorts of things you can do to get stronger, faster, and better, but it's all under the assumption that you have a gym or a trainer. Or the money with which to acquire the needed pieces - sports leagues, personal trainers, etc. Well, that's not me. I have a couch, a floor, and two kids. As well as enough stress to bury a lesser man.

I have a lot of things working against me. Again, that's part of why I'm so proud of myself. I've slipped a few times, but I've never fallen. A year ago, I would have been curled up in my bed asking for my blankie. I've trudged through some major crap, and I've overcome many obstacles.

Getting this last 37 pounds off is just another one. I might not have an "ideal" solution on the table, but I haven't had much in the way of ideal circumstances at all since November. And I think I've done OK.

I'll figure this out. I always do.

Just So I Can Say I Posted Today

Weigh-In: Still hovering at 297.0
5-Day: 296.96 (new low)

First, I turn 31 soon, and I'm proud to say that I'm the healthiest I've been since I was 26 - the year I got married. It's also my third Father's Day Sunday, and I am BY FAR in the best shape I've been since becoming a daddy.

I have a long way to go, and I haven't been perfect, but I've changed a LOT about myself in the last seven months, and I'm proud of the person I've become. I'll be even more proud in a few months when I'm - physically - the person I've wanted to be for a long time.

Everybody have a great weekend.

**EDIT**

Huh. This kind of snuck up on me.

I just realized that I have officially crossed the 50 Pounds Lost threshold.

Supposedly, this dog represents the total amount of weight I've lost since November 23, 2006.


Good dog.

Call to Action

Weigh-In: 297.2
5-Day: 297.04 (new low)

I'm noticing a theme around the Coalition over the last week. I'm a victim of it, as well.

Visit any number of Coalition blogs, and I think you'll see it, too. It's frustration, it's complacency, it's satisfaction, it's even a little laziness. Not everybody exhibits all of these issues, but most of us are dealing with at least one of them.

As far as I'm concerned, it's more of a "blah" attitude. I'm not eating awful, and I'm staying very close to my 2,400 calories, but if I go over by a couple hundred, my response is "eh, no biggie." Want to go for a walk? "Eh, I'm good." Do some push ups! "Eh, maybe later."

Maybe we all fit under a similar umbrella, right now - Lack of focus. I think we all know what we're supposed to do, but many of us just aren't doing it like we should. As I look around the Coalition, I see a lot of us dealing with this. The original four, especially. Beck is in the same boat I am, and she's hovering in the 183 range. I'm not as into this as I once was, and I'm hanging around the 297 area. Rob is frustrated that he hasn't budged out of the 293's for a month. Billy was seeking the fire he used to have while he now sits in the 202's.

Listen, we ALL know what to do. We've lost at least 495 pounds as a Coalition. There's no secret formula. There's no special diet. There's no trick. We all got here the same way - Hard work, good eating, smart decisions. We started every day like it was our first day in the transformation. We counted calories. We logged our exercise minutes. We blogged what we did in our workout that day. Nothing has changed. That is STILL the only formula that is going to get us where we want to be.

This is my call to action for FAT. Focus. See your goal, and go after it. Go back to square one - count calories, watch your carbs, eat more fiber, read a Men's Health - whatever you did to get yourself moving, go back to it today.

As hard as it is, forget, just for now, the weight you've lost, and concentrate on the weight you have left. Today is Day One. I have to lose 37 pounds. It starts today.

Focus. Work hard. Don't let yourself get discouraged. Use the Coalition to push you.

We've done this before. Let's do it again.

Not Much To Say

Weigh-In: 296.8
5 Day: 297.16

Don't have much to say today, so I guess I'll turn the post into a Shift promotion.

The Shift re-design will be getting underway this week, and could be done by as early as this weekend. That would mean that the new Shift could launch by Monday.

The site will be broken into three parts, coinciding with the Shift "motto": Your Mind, Your Body, Your Life.

One page will focus on the mental side of a life transformation. Breaking your old habits, staying motivated, changing your mindset, breaking through walls, etc.

The next page will concentrate on the physical side of getting your life back. Workout routines, eating clean, etc.

The last page will focus on living a healthy life. Spending time with your family, getting out from in front of the TV, prioritizing your life, etc.

My friends from L2S will be heading up the Life page, as that is what they focus on every day. That means I still have two writing openings - Mind and Body. If you are a GOOD writer, have a strong command of the English language, have experience in the specified subject, and can commit to a 1,000-word column per week, let me know.

Unlike the old Shift, I will be taking this VERY seriously. I have major plans for Shift, and I need people involved who will also take it seriously. No, there's no pay to start, but this site will lead to a newsletter, a podcast, community events, publicity, and - I hope - a monthly magazine. It has to be treated now like we want it to be seen later.

If any of you have any sort of marketing experience and can help me get the word out when we launch, I could greatly use the help. Same with any ad sales people. I'd love to see the site become profitable.

OK, that's it for the day. Everybody have a good one, and keep moving forward.

Moving Again

Weigh-In: 296.6
5-Day: 297.32

Well, after five days hanging in the 297's, the scale finally hooked me up with a 296.6 today. That number represents another new low in my transformation, and it brings my 5-Day to a new low, as well.

Yesterday was not a great day, but I did alright. A few sets of push ups, playing with the kids, etc. Nothing major.

I did realize something this morning. When I step on the scale in the AM, I'm always thinking the same thing to myself: "OK, be under 300." Now, being under 300 is good, but I feel my daily chant is the sign of a focus issue. I think I'm worried so much about not getting back to that 300, that I'm not concentrating enough on getting out of the 290's.

Recognizing the problem is half of the solution. Now I just need to kick it up another notch. We should be going camping at least once this summer, and there's a ton of water sports - jet ski, boats, wake board, swimming - so I'll have the opportunity to be shirtless. I like the progress I've made so far, but I don't think I am beach ready. Another 10-15 pounds would make a big difference. I think it's time to set a new goal to help me keep my eyes on the prize.

So, I want to get to 285 by the last weekend of July. That gives me about 6 weeks to drop 11 pounds.

No problem.

No Complaining

Weigh-In: 297.2
5-Day: 297.48

I told myself that as long as the weight was heading down - no matter how slowly - I wouldn't complain. So, I'm sticking to that. I dropped another two tenths, which is another two tenths I no longer have to worry about. I'll take it over a gain.

Plus, my 5-Day dropped out of the 298's, putting me at a new low. So I really have no reason to complain.

And this is all after a four day stretch where time, severe sunburn, and work kept me from doing anything active. Thursday and Friday I couldn't lift my arms above my shoulders from my stinking burn, and I sure wasn't going back outside in the sunny 80's. So, I chalked those days up to "unfortunate," and I ate clean. Then Saturday was spent with one of Becky's clients, and the day took MUCH longer than we expected. We had to top it off with a quick grocery run at 9PM, then we took the kids home and put them in bed. And we followed shortly.

Yesterday did allow us to get out a little bit. We did some major cleaning around the house, then took the kids to the big park near us, where we walked around the - MAYBE - 1/2 mile lake. We would have gone further, but Beck's blisters were hurting pretty badly. So, we called it a day.

Today I'm back at it. I just did a quick set of push ups before I had my Honey Nut Cheerios. I'll do another two sets after I get my work done this morning, and then even more while the kids nap.

I'm anxious to get the weight out of the 297's. It feels like a mini-plateau. I've been in the 297's for five days. After jumping back up to the 300's last weekend, it feels like I've accomplished very little, though I should give myself credit for fighting back down five pounds in seven days. It wasn't easy.

I also am allowing myself to have a thought I probably shouldn't have. After seeing some new pics Beck and I took yesterday, I've decided, no matter what the websites say, I'm no longer "fat." According to most of those online calculators, I still need to get down to 220. I've been as low as 239, and I looked anorexic. I think 260 is going to be VERY close for me. Anyway, that means I'm 37 pounds overweight. But, as Beck and I noticed last night, I don't LOOK 37 pounds overweight, anymore. I've always been lucky to carry my weight well. Even at 360, it looked like I was no more than 70 or 80 pounds overweight. Now that I have 37 left to go, it looks like I have 15 or 20 to drop.

Don't get me wrong, I'm in no way saying I'm close to being done, or that I'm content with where I am. No matter how much better I look now compared to 7 months ago, I can and will do and look better. But I can finally see the light at the end of the tunnel.

Having to lose 100 pounds seemed so daunting when I started. But now, I have just over 1/3 of that left to go. To me, that's amazing. I'm almost 2/3 of the way to my goal, and I look and feel better than I have since I was married.

Some of you might think this is unwise, but I feel pretty good about myself these days.

Headshots

Before: September of 2005 - roughly 350 pounds
After: June 10, 2007 - 297 pounds

Cheese!

Took last month off from pics, but I'm back, and you have to pay the price.

These are pics from 12/05, 04/07, and 06/07.

I actually see some decent change from April to now. Might that be a chest I'm seeing??


I know everybody says this, but I still have a long way to go. Also, my sunburn is KILLING ME.

Keep Moving

Weigh-In: 297.6
5-Day: 298.26 (new low)

In my family, it seems like we escape stress just long enough to take a breath, then it finds us. When it find us, it seems even more cruel, as though it is trying to teach us a lesson.

"So, you thought you were out of the woods, huh? Put your cart in front of the horse, it seems. You're gonna pay for that."

It happened again last night. No details, but we took another hit. Things looked very nice for a few days. They were looking up a little bit. Then, right when we were starting to relax, we got side-swiped. It's tough, and it keeps happening. It's the "one step forward, two steps back" scenario. We just can't get ahead.

My point is, I went to food for comfort last night. Two PB sandwiches, 2 cups of milk, a bowl of Fiber One (with sugar), and the milk in the cereal. I didn't add it up, but I had to have taken in about 700 or 800 calories from 9 to 9:45 last night.

I was lucky to see a 297.6 on the scale today. It makes me wonder what I would have seen had I left that food alone.

I guess that doesn't matter, now. The important thing is that I messed up. Did the food make me feel any better? Did it get me a job? Did it get food for my kids? Nope. It just made me feel bloated.

Life is playing a big game of dodgeball with us right now. We haven't played very well, and we're constantly taking shots right between the eyes. But we've been playing for a long time, now. Almost six years, actually. And the game is still being played, which means we aren't out, yet. Getting hit hurts, and often we need to head to the sideline until somebody can get us back into the game. But we always find our way back in.

In "Dodgeball: The Movie" there's a funny line:

"If you can dodge a wrench, you can dodge a ball."

Well, when my mom died, it was a wrench. When my close friend from HS was killed in a car accident, it was a wrench. When my grandmother passed - wrench. When my grandfather passed - wrench. When I lost my magazine - wrench. When we had to go on welfare - wrench. When Gracie went from delivery to the NICU - wrench.

Thank God, we're not facing anything like that right now. But that line from the movie works. We've dodged plenty of wrenches, so we can dodge this ball.

Man, I hope this doesn't sound as corny when you read it as it feels now that I'm done typing it.

Back On The Road

Weigh-In: 297.4 (new official low)
Average: 298.6

I didn't expect the 295.6 from yesterday afternoon to hold, but I was hoping for a weight in the 298's this morning. I was pleased as heck to see a new low of 297.4.

I'm telling you, 300 is behind me. I am a quick learner, and I learned that being stupid with fast food can KILL you. I was five pounds up from where I am right now, all because I ate that stupid 4-pound, double, extra, mega cheeseburger - and fries. I meant it when I said 'Never Again.'

Anyway, yesterday was killer. We went for a 7-mile walk in 80+ degree weather, and neither of us wore sunscreen. We also failed to take enough water, so we were hurting by the time we got back. Still, that was 1,400 calories burned for me, and I ate PERFECTLY all day. My only "miss" was that we ate a late dinner, and I was at 1,800 calories at 8:30 last night. I still don't want to eat after 8, so I left it as-was. And the no sunscreen thing? Dang. I'm hurting. My freshly-shaven head looks like a red balloon tyring to get out of my shirt.

One other thing. As Beck and I were walking yesterday, we told our oldest that we'd take her to the park after she had a nap. That meant that we took a 7-mile walk, let the girls nap, then we got up and went to the park where we tried to do pull-ups and dips, then attempted to traverse the monkey bars. As Beck mentioned to me yesterday, we'd be lucky if the old us did that much in a week. We did it in an afternoon.

We're better people today.

OK, one more last thing. The pics under this post? I have to say, I'm impressed. I don't impress myself easily, but I saw the new me starting to show through. My arms are bigger than they have ever been, and my gut it shrinking steadily. I still look in the mirror, and I see 360 Kevin. I didn't realize that 297 Kevin was such an improvement.

OK, that's all. Everybody have a great day!

After a quick 7-mile walk...

295.6

YES. 295.6

Here's some proof.


Now, if only I didn't have the arms of a buff Albino...

"Never Again"

In response to the Message From My Body posted below, I am here to make a bold statement.

After reading my body's message, I decided that I'd weigh myself again. I hadn't eaten, and I took another bathroom stop, so I hoped to see a number besides the 300.4 I saw when I woke up.

I saw a 299.8 - my first sub-300 weight since Saturday morning.

Seeing that number this time was almost as nice as seeing it the last time. It felt so good, that I instantly turned to Beck and said this: "Never again."

And now I'm saying it here for all of the Coalition to see.

I WILL NOT weigh over 300 pounds again. I refuse. I haven't blogged about it, but being back over 300 felt horrible. And it was my own fault that I was there. I messed up last weekend, and right when I was on the verge of a new low. Today, I could be celebrating a 294. Instead, I'm celebrating a 299. I messed up.

I'm not letting that happen again.

A Message From My Body

This was in my internal inbox this morning:

Kev,

In case you hadn't figured it out, there's something I wanted to share with you. For future reference, I can handle ONE bad meal. I might even be able to deal with a bad meal and a dessert. But this whole "bad weekend" thing? Not so much. You've been spot-on with your eating for three days, and you still can't get out of the 300's. I can only do so much. You shove a 2,000-calorie burger into me, and there's going to be a price to pay.

I know, you did 60-some push ups yesterday, and you walked to the book store, blah, blah, blah. That's not going to do a thing right now. You need to learn your lesson. After you've realized just what damage one bad weekend can do, then we'll talk about letting you out of the 300's.

Until then, deal with that number on the scale. I hope it makes you feel as sick as that burger made me feel.

Love ya,
Your Body

Ups & Downs

I don't even know where to start this morning.

Let me start off my giving a quick summary of what our plans included:

Saturday - Help friends move for about four hours, take Beck out to eat for her Birthday, get a DQ Blizzard (Hey, its a special occasion!)

Sunday - Go to Church, get groceries, do some side work

So, it doesn't sound all that impressive, but impressive isn't the word I'm aiming for, I guess. Let's start with Saturday.

Got to my friend's house at around 8:20, and we got to work. I was like a man possessed. I went for the heavy items. I curled as I carried. While everybody else was walking upstairs to get the next item, I was running. I was a beast out there. Six months ago, I would have looked for every excuse in the box to avoid moving, or to at least avoid working hard. But on Saturday, I attacked it. And I felt great after we were done. Shoot, I even got my first "slim and strong" comment.

There was a hutch on the second floor of the house. It was probably about my height, and it was heavy and awkward. I was just hanging out waiting for the powers that be to decide how to handle it. They decided they'd get a dolly and roll it down, so they didn't have to carry it. "We can't lift it, it's too heavy," one man said. "Sure we can," replied Kevin. At that point, my brother gave me my FIRST compliment of my transformation:

"Yeah, but we aren't you. We're all still weak and out of shape."

I'll take it.

The bad news is that I tweaked my back, and it still hurts today, though not as bad as it did. Still, the moving was good. Great workout, great motivation.

And then things fell apart.

We went to a little Japanese place in a big mall near us. We had both behaved food-wise that morning to allow some extra room for calories. I ordered white meat teriyaki chicken over white rice (they had no brown), and I added on a small scoop of sesame chicken. Dinner probably cost me 1,000 calories. I had only had about 600 to that point of the day, so it wasn't the end of the world. We walked around the mall for a while, then we picked up the girls and took them to DQ. I told Beck I'd get her some ice cream for her Birthday. So, we each got a medium Waffle Blizzard. Calories: 800. So, my total intake for Saturday was probably around 2,500 to 2,600. Not too bad, though it wasn't the best food choice.

I woke up Sunday morning with a 300.0 on the scale. I was sick and angry. I worked off a good 800-1,000 calories moving all of the furniture and boxes, and I went over my daily intake by no more than 300 - and I put on over 2 pounds?

It put me in a bad mood all day. To show my body I didn't care what I did, I then went to Carl's Jr. for lunch. I had a 1-pound burger with medium fries. For dinner, we had the healthy version of Parmesan Chicken. I had a bowl of Fiber One for dessert.

The burger and fries? 1,920 calories. I could have chosen a grilled chicken sandwich. I could have had a single burger. But I talked myself into the worst, possible thing on that menu. I don't know why. It was a major mistake, though. I've been sick since yesterday afternoon. I probably ate a good 3,700 calories yesterday, and I was not active AT ALL.

So, this morning, I woke up to a 302.0 on the dreaded scale.

Don't get me wrong, I deserve it. But I'm trying to figure out how going over my intake by 1,800 calories over two days could put almost five pounds on. I've been a little, um, backed up since Saturday morning. So I know that's part of it. And I didn't drink ANY water yesterday, so that sure didn't help.

Blah.

So, today is detox. Apples, carrots, celery, water, and maybe a normal dinner. That's what's on the Big Dog's menu today. If my back and schedule allow, I'll be packing the kids up in the stroller and heading for a 3-mile walk/jog this afternoon. If my back is still feeling this loose later, I'll also be ripping out a few sets of push ups.

Before you all rip into me, let me just say that I understand every error I made this weekend. This isn't anything that needs to be re-taught to me. It's not that I'm off the wagon. It simply boils down to this: A couple of bad choices can KILL you. I ate two bad meals, and one not-so-great meal, and I'm up from 297.6 on Saturday to a 302.0 today. It doesn't take much to de-rail you.

The good news is that I know how to fix it, and it'll be easy to right the ship.

As upset as I was to see back-to-back 300's, it's not as crushing as I thought it would be. Again, I know exactly what I did wrong, and it's correctable. The new Kevin has bad days scattered inside good months. The old Kevin had good days spread over the course of several BAD months.

Fear not. I'm just fine.

Not In A Good Mood

I won't be talking much today. That game last night still has me feeling sick to my stomach.

How do you let ONE GUY score his team's last 25 points against you? How do you not double him with 9 seconds left? Any other year, I'd say things like "it ain't over til it's over," or "I haven't heard any fat ladies singing," but I just don't feel good about this series. I don't see this Pistons team winning two more, especially when one is at The Q.

I think we're going to see a somewhat major overhaul of this team next season. I think Chauncey is going bye-bye, I don't think Webber will re-sign, and I think Dumars may have to move some other pieces to make things happen.

Man this team annoys me some days.