Ugh!

My weigh-in on Wednesday showed that I've gained 18 pounds back in the last six months.

Time to get serious.

Slight Momentum

Went to workout this morning, and no Vernon.

It's possible that he told me he was going to be out today, but if so it completely slipped my mind. That sort of thing has been known to happen.

In any event, rather than packing up and leaving like I might have done in the past (and, truth be told, might do in the future), I stayed and walked for about 30 minutes around the indoor track. Got a nice little sweat rolling before I had to leave for this morning's radio show.

And while the scales at Coop's weigh on average about five pounds heavier than the ones at Clemson, I was at least able to see that I'm down about three pounds from this time last week. This despite a couple of bad meals over the weekend.

So, I'll accept it as a positive step forward. And I'll get a true weight on Wednesday, as long as the training room is open.

And awayyyyy we goooo....

No Luck At Clemson

Well, as I've tried to restart things again, I wandered over to Clemson today to weigh in and see, exactly, how much weight I've put back on in about six months of fooling around.

The training room was closed. So, I will try again likely on Monday.

Fighting the jitters and urges that come with re-launching this thing (again). But if I can push through it, I'll be okay. Things have calmed down as far as travel and the like, so the atmosphere is right to get back in the groove.

Also, as usually happens with me, I woke up the other morning with the unmistakable feeling that it's time. And that's been the case anytime I've had success in this arena. No forcing motivation. No pep talks. Nothing along those lines.

Just a feeling that the time is right to go. So, I'm going.

And again, I'm taking you all with me.