Yikes!

Happy New Year!

I have been down for the count for the last little while thanks to a 25lb plate that I dropped right on my face in mid-December, but I am clawing my way back to normal a bit at a time...it actually made for a wonderfully peaceful and lazy Christmas/holiday season! But here we are, back to life and no more excuses. So much has happened since I last posted that I hardly know where to begin, but here's the thing: Shannon forced me (yes, FORCED - she can be a pretty willful kid when she sets her mind to something and I have to respect it since she's so easygoing most of the time) to weigh myself tonight because I admitted to her that I am afraid to get on the scale. I haven't been able to work out for the last three weeks (argh) because of the aforementioned concussion and I have felt myself quickly sliding backwards in the weight-loss department. I knew what was coming, I just didn't want to face it. What I didn't know was just how bad it was...

So, since it's a new year and desperate times call for desperate measures, I am going to seek out help again. I am also going to own up to this disaster and go back to posting numbers, a la Biggest Loser. What I am not going to do is feel bad about it; it is what it is and gaining some weight doesn't make me a bad person. Right?

Right. I can't help but feel like my professional credibility is going down the shitter though...

I'm going to give you a number any second now.


Here it comes....



Argh! Just do it!


188lbs! Holy Crap! How did I let this happen??


Stay tuned...I may just be pissed off enough to fix it.