Catching Up

The quiet momentum I wrote about in my last post went to Hell in a Handbasket with my trip to Durham for the ACC Baseball Tournament.

Again, there is no consistency to be found. And there's still the overwhelming problem of trying to get motivated again. It just isn't happening.

I'm hoping that with baseball season ending sometime in the next 2-3 weeks, depending on how far Clemson advances, that some stability will lead to a routine I can follow.

Of course the bottom line here is that there will always be some obstacle to overcome. It's been true all 17 months I've been battling this thing. It's just that in the past I've been able to get through the abyss.

Now, for the last five months, it's been one step forward and two steps back.

And I'm certainly not going to get anywhere that way.

Sneak Attack

Shhh.

Don't tell anyone, but very quitely I've put together about four good days in a row.

Not earth-shattering by any means. But it's a start. And at this point, any movement forward is good news.

More later. But wanted to let you know I'm around - very busy, but around - and that maybe things are looking up.

Back At It

Sorry for the delay in posts. Baseball has cranked up, and the restaurant in smoking.

I resume workouts tomorrow morning with Vernon after a week away. Then it's off to Raleigh this weekend for baseball at N.C. State.

I still haven't been eating the way I'm supposed to. I have however been extremely active, and that's helped me sort of maintain the status quo.

For some reason, I just can't get the engine running again.

Maybe I need a tune-up.

Trying To Rally

Went back to the grocery store yesterday and reloaded on the proper Ultra Fit-type food. Trying to drag myself out of the muck and get this thing moving back in the right direction.

I appreciate the direct comments from some of you in recent days. Trust me, I welcome all sorts of feedback. When you're trying to find motivation, anything and everything written, said or even thought can be used as a weapon.

However, the unfortunate truth in this situation is that the thing that has made the most impact of late is the death of David Poole.

Poole, 50, dropped dead of a heart attack at his home earlier this week. He was a popular, well-read writer and commentator who made his living covering NASCAR. He was considered the best in the business covering the sport.

Poole was also a very large man.

So to see another person lose the same battle I'm fighting...well, let's just say it got my attention.

I didn't know David personally. But I did, of course, know Anthony Bell. If you've read this blog on a regular basis, you know the backstory there.

Bottom line, it shook me up pretty good.

I don't want to be next. So I've got to find a way to get my head out of my rear end and get rolling again.

For all the good I've done in the past 16 months, none of it will matter if I don't finish the deal.