Let's talk about the elephant in the room. His name is Mason...

Well now... it's been a while.

I won't go into too much detail about where I've been and what I've been up to since my last post.  If I had to sum it all up though, I would use the following terms:  family, friends, work and Disney.

Notice there are a couple of words that are missing there.  Two very specific ones to be exact:  diet and exercise.

So here's the reality.  I've had some failures in those departments.  I haven't been exercising as I should.  Well let's be honest here... none at all.  And let's not talk about the diet... or lack there of.

As you might have figured out... I've regained some of the weight I've lost.  I am certainly not proud of it.  Quite ashamed actually.  That's why I've not been around here much.  I've not wanted to admit failure.  I worked so hard to drop the weight... only to regain some of it back.

At my lowest weight, I came in at 269 pounds.  I've gained... (oh, how I dread saying this) 297 pounds back.  I have to face it.  I can't deny it.  I've done wrong.  I've blamed everything... but mostly my work schedule.

You see, I work 3rd shift.  I report to work at 11:30 p.m. each night and leave at roughly 7:30 a.m or 8 a.m. the next morning.  With my wife working again, my sleep is lack luster at best.  We don't have babysitters nor do we use daycare.  We do it the old fashion way.  We trade off.  When I get home, I either sleep for a few hours before my wife has to go to work... or I stay up while she's at work and go to bed when she gets home.  I average 5 to 6 hours each day... and those are good days.  And it's sporadic.  Three days of the week, I may sleep when I get home.  The rest I'm up.  The days she works a double shift means 1-3 hours of sleep and not all at once.

So you can see... my current lifestyle doesn't lend itself to dieting and exercising.

Or does it?

Today marks two years since I started this little adventure of mine.  What better time than this to fess up to my current reality, grab it by the love handles and pull it in for a big embrace?

For about three weeks now... once I stepped on the scale and saw the number 296... I've refocused my efforts on exercising and dieting.  I track everything I eat, every day.  I know what goes into my body... every single ounce of it.  I also make it a point to work out at least three times a week for at least 30 minutes at a time.  If I have an opportunity to fit in more exercise, I do.

So far... I've lost 4 pounds.  My next weigh-in is in a few days.

I've signed up for another race.  A 10K this time.  I'm worried about it, but I keep telling myself it's just two 5Ks back-to-back.  Even if I have to walk some of it, I will complete it.  I have to complete it.

With that said, bulging gut of fat... I've re-issued my previous ultimatum:  your days are numbered.  You will disappear again.  Of that I promise you, my old mate.

Until next time dear reader... Be Infinite.