Chasin' Mason

You don't hear the phrase "in the can" very often these days. I love it. Not because it only denotes "trash," but also a completed project or part of a project. * I can happily say my first week of dieting is in the can. So what am I doing to lose weight and how do I feel so far? I realized last week, to lose this massive bulk, I was going to have to WANT it. And I want it plenty. That's not the problem. The problem is I'm weak. I've attempted this a couple of times in the past complete with dieting and exercise. None of them lasted very long. I would start eating again and put-off a workout until I spiraled back into my old ways. Quite simply, I was not invested in the "adventure." The funny thing is, up until last week, I thought I had plenty of reasons to drop the "extra cargo." I have a B-E-A-Utiful wife and daughter. I am also well aware of the health issues related to obesity and my family's medical ...

Eye-catching title, huh?  I'm quite proud of it. *  Blog entries should always have a strong title.  That being said, there is more to my selection than a jovial attempt to lure you to my "online, digital stage."  It's a statement about me and what this entry and future entries will be about. So, let's get to it shall we? I'm heavy... and not in a "Back to the Future" kind of way.  No, I'm heavy... as in obese.   It's actually an embarrassing admission.  I've never really stated it so bluntly... and meant it.  Oh, I've made plenty of "fat" jokes about myself, but I've never focused on the fact that I am indeed "massive." My healthy dose of reality came, oddly enough, while I was sick. My daughter and I caught an awful bug recently and both ended up at the doctor's office.  We had to go through the usual pre-screening.  That meant a check of the pulse, blood pressure, temperature, height a...