n e n i e

I know that I'm supposed to be incredibly pensive on this, the last day of 2006, but, well, I'm finding that it's failing me, mostly because this is the first time in 8 years that I won't be with Gunder and Fesser ringing in the new year. Oh well, we had a good run, right?

Instead I'm fixated on the snow that's all around me and telling the story of that snow. That story's coming but first I had to show you all the pictures I've taken. I've also sucked it up and gotten a Flickr account. I mean, why was I making this harder than it had to be? I'm a Mac user for crying out loud! Right, so here are the pics. Now for the pensiveness.

2006 has been a good year, a great year when you realize that I'm leaving it mentally, physically, spiritually and matrimonially intact. Honestly, there's not much else I can ask for. In the past year:

I sold my first home.

I bought my first new car.

I sold my first ever car.

I took a job I never thought I'd take.

I left a job I never thought I'd have.

I baptized a Godson.

I said goodbye to a Godfather.

I left the Midwest.

I saw old friends.

I made new friends.

I survived.

I thrived.

I'm not the same man that sat at this desk a year ago, and I'm not the same man that will be here in 365 more days. The one constant in all this is that I'm grateful for the opportunity to comment on this life as it passes. I'm thankful that I have such a wonderful life worth commenting on.

Take care my friends. May 2007 be as good to you as 2006 was to me, and I'll see you on the other side of midnight.

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We were supposed to be on the road to Chicago right now. Remember this summer when my mom spotted me her car Maximilliano when I moved to Santa Fe? Right, well between selling 'Turo this month and buying a new car two months ago, I figured it was time for us to take her car back to her. And, being New Year's it meant that I'd get a chance to continue the string of A-Wing NYE parties.

The key word in all that is "supposed."

Y'all been reading about that snowstorm that's kicking the shit out of Denver? Well, let me give y'all a bit of a meteorological geography lesson. Mother Nature can't piss on Denver without getting some on Santa Fe. Her aim a'int that good.

So we're snowbound. Literally. We can't get the cars into or out of the driveway. The weather folks are saying it's been 12"-18" and we're supposed to get two more inches today. I'll just let the pics speak for themselves right now.

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Damn, I feel sick.

I mean, I'm not sick, at least I hope I'm not sick.

No, I'm talking about today's Bears game. It's been over for a while now and I feel beat up and sick. My stomach still hasn't unclenched and my back is gonna be tense for a few more days. I mean, what the SHIT people?

How does Gould miss that FG in OT? How does the D even let those guys back into the game?

I'm not as pissed about the Hester fumble because, well, we knew the guy was high risk, high reward when we drafted him. I mean, he had such a case of the dropsies in preseason that he was second on the return depth chart behind Davis. I mean, I'm still pissed that he dropped it and that the D let the Bucs waltz in for that TD, but I'm pisseder about the D than I am the drop.

Shit, though. That game was brutal. If this is what clinching home field throughout felt like, I don't think I want to watch the playoffs.

I don't remember '85 being this hard.

The truly tragic part of all this is Nena. The she spent the fourth quarter and OT wrapped around me, with her eyes partially closed, freaking out. At the end of the game, we had the following conversation:

Nena: Uhhhh! That sucked. I feel sick.

Nenie: Like, your abs are all tight and your neck is all tense and everything makes you nervous?

Nena: Yeah.

Nenie: Congratulations, you've finally earned that Bear tshirt you're wearing. You're offically a Bears fan.

Nena: What?

Nenie: This is what being a Bears fan is like.

Nena: Is this what being a Cubs fan is like too?

Nenie: Yes.

Nena: Oh.

Nenie: This is why Chicagoans are tough honey. Our teams make us strong.

Nena: This sucks.

Nenie: I'm sorry I've done this to you, it's my fault really. But, welcome baby.

Yup, that's right little stuffed rabbit. If you love your team enough you become real. I'd forgotten how much being real sucked.

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Previous Week's Weight: 259.8bs
This Week's Weight: 258.4lbs
This Week's Loss: -1.2bs
Total Weight Lost: +2.4lbs
Next Goal: 243.0lbs
Pounds to Go 15.4

Inch by inch, people. Inch by inch.

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News from the home front.

My mom finally sold 'Turo today.

$500 was what he was worth in the end.

He went to a friend of my mom's friend's son. Kid's in high school, needs a ride, dad's a mechanic...good to know my buddy's going to a good home.

He got me through undergrad, a failed attempt at grad school and an intermezzo. He lived in four states and just couldn't make it to the fifth. He was the best thing to come out of the worst day of my life and I'm going to miss him. Hell, I miss him every day when I drive Beto to work. I know it's silly, but, well...he was a special machine.

Thank you Arturo, you were a good car and an even better friend. Stories are welcome.

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In related news Kucinich is back at it again.

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More and more lately I've been talking to my friends about where this country is, where we're going. Lots of big picture stuff, race in America, the economy stupid, The War, elections both past and future. Out of these discussions have come some pretty smart comments. Like CK's likening the way Americans view their government to a mis-managed football league.

"Say that every NFL contract expired on the same day and so you had guys telling fans to hire them because they threw three TDs in a game two years ago. Then, imagine that you had other guys telling fans NOT to pick that guy cuz while they might have thrown three TDs in that one game, they threw four picks in another game. Imagine that this goes down for a few weeks and eventually, before the trade deadline, everyone picks their rosters and then, stops watching the games. That's right, you don't bother to watch a single NFL game for three and a half seasons. Then, with eight games left in that fourth season and the signing period looming again, people start paying attention."

Yknow, sometimes that kid knows what's up.

On Monday morning, I awoke to a piece on NPR about Barack Obama hanging out in New Hampshire mulling a potential presidential bid. Yup, midterms were a month ago and we're already getting ready for the presidential primaries. Ugh. As I started to wake up I tried to fit a report in December of '06 about a potential candidate for a primary in January of '07 into CK's description of a country where people ignore all the games for a few years before deciding who to draft when I cringed.

I cringed because the weight of what was being discussed on the radio. Barack Obama, Democratic contender for president.

Hang on. I like Sen. Obama. I actually envy that my parents got to vote for him two years ago and that they will have the privilege to vote for him again in four years. I believe he's as close to Jed Bartlett as reality can actually produce so I'd actually like to vote for him for president, shit, I'd like for him to actually be president. But, I just don't get the feeling that '08 is the year for him.

No, I'm not talking about "electability." I've said it before and I'll say it again, electability is bullshit. It's a real nice way of coming up with a bland candidate that your base can't get excited over so you're stuck depending on fickle swing voters who don't have enough ideological fortitude to lace up their shoes in the morning. Yeah, that sounds like a GREAT way to pick a candidate, leave it to the guy who spaces on sending his reply card for his best friend's wedding cuz he can't decide on "beef or fish?"

And this isn't some racial bullshit, saying that this nation won't vote for a black man for president. Nor am I saying they're not going to vote for the guy with the funny name. Time and time again the people of this country have proved to me that much like an episode of Ugly Betty, this nation's people are not where its politics would lead you to believe. Don't believe me? When I lived in Kansas, the country station had Dolly Parton's "Traveling Through" on heavy rotation. And every time they played it the DJ made sure to mention what movie it was from and what a great movie it was. Yup, the guy on a local country station in Kansas was pumped about the movie about a transsexual on a roadtrip. In the America the pudnits live in, this wouldn't have happened.

Hang on, I'm seriously tearing up here. Let me get my shit back together and I'll finish my story.

Right, so what the hell am I saying here, why the hell don't I think Obama can win yet? One more anecdote to drive home my point. Later on Monday morning, I'm still thinking about the NPR report I woke up to three hours earlier. "Dude, is Obama gonna run? Can he win? Who else do the Dem's have? Why does McCain both thrill and scare me? WHAT!?! is that an Obama '08 bumper sticker in front of me?"

Yes, it was.

Right there, on December 11, 2006, on Cerillos Road in Santa Fe, New Mexico was a truck with HOMEMADE bumper sticker touting Barack Obama's unannounced run for the presidency of the United States of America. Not just any truck either, this was a freakin' Ford F-250 with dualies, a crew cab and black fuzzy dice hanging from his rearview mirror. The driver? An actual cowboy, grizzled and worn, an old timer who sits at a bar in this town and laments what's happened to it. Yup, he had taken the time to actually make two bumper stickers and place them on the back of his truck.

So why don't I think Sen. Obama can win? Because, the stickers said "Barack '08." The cowboy knows he wants to vote for this guy, but he doesn't know this guy's name. He thinks he does, but in reality he doesn't know the which is his first name and which is his last. He knows that all the contracts are about to expire and he heard about this one player that threw for three TDs in that one game and he wants him to captain his team. Only, he doesn't know his name.

If Sen. Obama is going to be president, he's going to bring to the office the kind of vision Howard Dean only pretended to have. If he brings that kind of vision, he's going to need one helluva mandate. The kind of a mandate that only comes from people rising up to support you because of not just what you stand for, but because they understand what you believe, because you've successfully communicated your vision to them.

Recent history has shown us that the time for communicating a vision of what this nation is capable of is not a presidential election. No, the time for communicating your vision is during those 3.5 football seasons when no one is watching. The way to communicate a vision is to get fans to notice those seasons, to get them to tune in and thrill to your TDs in realtime, to show them that you don't throw picks and can manage the clock.

I don't have an ending, and having read this over a few times, I don't even know if I have a point. I hope that Cody's right and '08 isn't about winning for Obama, it's a practice run for the big time...I just hope he doesn't screw up the future by not being patient. Where the hell's Yoda when you need him?

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How 'bout dem Bears?

Nena asked me tonight during the game if we could name our firstborn Bear Z. I said no, but we could get a pair of cats and name them Singletary and Urlacher. Yeah, looks like we're not having kids or cats for the forseeable future.

But now do you people believe? Now do you see it? Yes, this team is flawed, but y'know what? Teams are always flawed. And now Da Bears have a bye and at least one game at home. Yup, the road to Miami runs through Soldier Field baby!

But, I must hold out. Nena and I promised each other that we wouldn't buy our jerseys (Payton for me, Urlacher for her) until Da Bears were into the NFC Championship game. So...I will continue to hold out and not jinx this.

Also, with Al's unlikely win over in FALAFEL it looks like I just won my fantasy football league! I honestly don't know which was cooler, seeing Da Bears put up 42, seeing Hester take TWO kickoffs for TDs...or winning my fantasy football league. Whichever it is...thanks Al. Thank you for rising above the gutter dwelling you've been doing for two seasons to come back and beat the best team in your conference tonight, the only team not mathematically eliminated from the title. It means a lot to me. *sniff*

I mean, it's not like I didn't do some of it myself. The Stormin' Shepeards ARE on an 11 game win streak right now. I've almost totally forgotten the 1-2 start I got off to. WHOO! FOOTBALL!

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long time readers will get what's so big about this...
Gen. Augusto Pinochet has died
still processing this...but in the end, he was just a man.

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Previous Week's Weight: 260.4bs
This Week's Weight: 259.8lbs
This Week's Loss: -0.6bs
Total Weight Lost: +3.6lbs
Next Goal: 243.0lbs
Pounds to Go 16.8

I think the hardest part of coming off a rockstar week is coming back down to earth and having a normal week. Cuz, .6lbs is a normal week. I mean, an even pound would be better, but I'll take it considering how wildly on and off program I've been.

Oh well, I made it this far, I'm off Sunday and Monday and Da Bears are on MNF this week. Which means I'm not going to be tempted to sit in front of the TV all Sunday eating and I'm not gonna be home alone for two days tempted to eat. So things should work out pretty well.

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Football.

How is it that I manage to be too busy to blog about the football season every freakin' year?

More importantly, how have I managed to not talk about this particular Bears and Stormin' Shepherds season more than I have?

OK, before I go on one note. Has anyone seen a decent version of the Bears Fight Song out there in mp3 format? I've found a bad RealAudio version and an absolutely terrible lo-fi WMA version. So please, help a guy out here...decent version in mp3? Something I can put on Artoo and listen to at lunch on Sundays.

That said. I believe in Da Bears this year. Really, I do. Yes, Grossman has cost them both of those games. Yes, he should have cost them a few more but I'm going to say this for the umpteenth time out loud and the second or third time here. He's a freakin' rookie. Yes, he makes bad decisions. But show me a rookie quarterback that doesn't. And Brady and Roethesburger don't count. At all. They're the exceptions that prove the rule. For every Tom or Big Ben you have a dozen Drew Breeses muddling their way through their first few seasons until they learn, "oh, hey, don't throw that pass jackass."

Seriously, lay off the kid. It'll be all right. Good teams find a way to win and considering that Da Bears have won this many games in spite of their quarterback...I'm hopeful. OK?

Great, now that we have that cleared up.

Fantasy Football. Holy shit, what a season. The Stormin' Shepherds came out of the gate at 1-2 and week four I felt, justifiably that I had to turn it around right then and there. Since then I've gone 10-0 and have just about put away the F.A.L.A.F.E.L. for the year. But seriously, if there's anyone else in the league reading this...if you could do me a favor and put the 85ers one of these weeks I'd appreciate it. I'm kinda uncomfortable sitting on a one game lead and the tiebreaker right now. I mean, it's not like I have any Colts on my squad, but still...I'm afraid.

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What has two thumbs and is going to see Public Enemy Friday night?

THIS GUY!

For reasons that defy my comprehension they're playing in Santa Fe Friday night and for reasons that don't quite defy my comprehension, there were still tickets for said show available the week of.

I'm really intrigued as to who's going to be at this show. I'm not saying that hip hop doesn't play well here, because it does. Anyone who leaves the Plaza and ventures out into the parts of town where real Santa Feans live can feel the presence of hip hop culture here. It's in the tags on the trains, the slouch in a cholo's stance or the hats sported down at the mall. But PE is a brand of hip hop that I don't identify with the headz I see rolling around town.

Though I'd been marginally aware of the presence of hip hop, or "rap" as I called it back in the day, previous to the circulation of my buddy Pat's copy of Apocalypse '91: The Enemy Strikes Black around my junior high it was this album's arrival in my consciousness that really heralded hip hop as a musical form worth paying attention to.

At the time it didn't strike me as odd that my white classmates would be so enthralled with Chuck D's words. But in retrospect, Mr. Ritenour's racially and class conscious rhymes seem really out of place at my conservative Catholic junior high. Was it that Black Nationalism and a call for Big Business's investment in the inner city made for rebellion in the suburbs? Or could it be that the words glossed over my classmates as they sat entranced by the miltant imagery that PE utlized so brilliantly.

Sadly, PE didn't herald a revolution at St. Hubert's because a few months later Nirvana arrived on the scene and liberated us all from the hip hop menace and PE would be the silent exception to my refrain: "I like all music except for country and hip hop." Had it not been for Gunder a few years later, I honestly wonder if I'd ever have dropped my prejudice towards hip hop.

I think one of the reasons I like this group so much is because of the role they played in some of my earliest code shifting.

Growing up, my political code shifting was subtle and complex. At home, we were leftists. Not Democrats, but full out leftists, informed by my parents' upbringing in a Latin America rife with socialism and arrival in a United States under the thumb of one Richard Milhouse Nixon. This is why on any given day you can hear my parents both praise and denounce Hugo Chavez in the same sentence. They both get where he's coming from, but are so far removed from it...

At school, I had to blend in with the paradoxical conservatism of my Catholic junior high. One of the biggest memories I have of that period was watching Clinton's first inauguration with the hip, cool, MALE, literature teacher that I admired more than any other teacher I'd have until sometime late in high school...if ever. At any rate, he kept talking about how much he'd like to take Clinton out right then and there while he as being sworn in. As the rest of my classmates nodded in agreement, I realized I was a pilgrim in an unholy land.

As I left home for high school and later college I began to see my politics drift even farther left than those of my parents. It was about this time that I rediscovered PE. By the middle of high school Chuck D's words began to make the kind of sense I knew they never made for my junior high classmates. And while I didn't agree with lines like "Farrakahn's a prophet I think you ought to listen to" there were more than enough others that I could get behind. And the more I listen(ed) to PE, the more I end up reading. Which reminds me, I really should dg out my copy of Chuck D's book and read it again this week. Man, that thing completely altered soph year at Carleton for me....

Anyway, I'm going to finally see these guys live on Friday night and I have no idea of what to expect. Chuck D's become the poster boy for Air America. Terminator X isn't with them anymore, I'm not too optimistic about them rolling into town with a full compliment of the S1Ws and Flava Flav is...Flava. Honestly, I'm worried that a large chunk of the crowd is going to be people who are Flava fans and not PE fans. I just don't think that's gonna make for a great crowd vibe... but who knows. Maybe Chuck D will call for a full out class war in Santa Fe.

What has two thumbs and is going to see Public Enemy Friday night?

THIS GUY!

For reasons that defy my comprehension they're playing in Santa Fe Friday night and for reasons that don't quite defy my comprehension, there were still tickets for said show available the week of.

I'm really intrigued as to who's going to be at this show. I'm not saying that hip hop doesn't play well here, because it does. Anyone who leaves the Plaza and ventures out into the parts of town where real Santa Feans live can feel the presence of hip hop culture here. It's in the tags on the trains, the slouch in a cholo's stance or the hats sported down at the mall. But PE is a brand of hip hop that I don't identify with the headz I see rolling around town.

Though I'd been marginally aware of the presence of hip hop, or "rap" as I called it back in the day, previous to the circulation of my buddy Pat's copy of Apocalypse '91: The Enemy Strikes Black around my junior high it was this album's arrival in my consciousness that really heralded hip hop as a musical form worth paying attention to.

At the time it didn't strike me as odd that my white classmates would be so enthralled with Chuck D's words. But in retrospect, Mr. Ritenour's racially and class conscious rhymes seem really out of place at my conservative Catholic junior high. Was it that Black Nationalism and a call for Big Business's investment in the inner city made for rebellion in the suburbs? Or could it be that the words glossed over my classmates as they sat entranced by the miltant imagery that PE utlized so brilliantly.

Sadly, PE didn't herald a revolution at St. Hubert's because a few months later Nirvana arrived on the scene and liberated us all from the hip hop menace and PE would be the silent exception to my refrain: "I like all music except for country and hip hop." Had it not been for Gunder a few years later, I honestly wonder if I'd ever have dropped my prejudice towards hip hop.

I think one of the reasons I like this group so much is because of the role they played in some of my earliest code shifting.

Growing up, my political code shifting was subtle and complex. At home, we were leftists. Not Democrats, but full out leftists, informed by my parents' upbringing in a Latin America rife with socialism and arrival in a United States under the thumb of one Richard Milhouse Nixon. This is why on any given day you can hear my parents both praise and denounce Hugo Chavez in the same sentence. They both get where he's coming from, but are so far removed from it...

At school, I had to blend in with the paradoxical conservatism of my Catholic junior high. One of the biggest memories I have of that period was watching Clinton's first inauguration with the hip, cool, MALE, literature teacher that I admired more than any other teacher I'd have until sometime late in high school...if ever. At any rate, he kept talking about how much he'd like to take Clinton out right then and there while he as being sworn in. As the rest of my classmates nodded in agreement, I realized I was a pilgrim in an unholy land.

As I left home for high school and later college I began to see my politics drift even farther left than those of my parents. It was about this time that I rediscovered PE. By the middle of high school Chuck D's words began to make the kind of sense I knew they never made for my junior high classmates. And while I didn't agree with lines like "Farrakahn's a prophet I think you ought to listen to" there were more than enough others that I could get behind. And the more I listen(ed) to PE, the more I end up reading. Which reminds me, I really should dg out my copy of Chuck D's book and read it again this week. Man, that thing completely altered soph year at Carleton for me....

Anyway, I'm going to finally see these guys live on Friday night and I have no idea of what to expect. Chuck D's become the poster boy for Air America. Terminator X isn't with them anymore, I'm not too optimistic about them rolling into town with a full compliment of the S1Ws and Flava Flav is...Flava. Honestly, I'm worried that a large chunk of the crowd is going to be people who are Flava fans and not PE fans. I just don't think that's gonna make for a great crowd vibe... but who knows. Maybe Chuck D will call for a full out class war in Santa Fe.

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So I was hit by a bus this morning.

It's my first of two days off from The Minuteman this week and to celebrate I drove Nena to work before taking Maxi to get an oil change and going to Target to stock up on the things one buys from Target.

I dropped Nena off as scheduled before heading south towards the oil change. I'm stopped at a relatively big intersection in front of this tour bus. I was at the light for maybe a minute *BAM* WHAT THE?!?! *BAM* SHIT *BAM*.

Yeah, the BUS FUCKING RAMMED ME.

Startled, I jumped out of my car to go see if there was any damage. None. I look at the driver who makes no motions towards his door. Instead he smiles, shrugs and waves at me.

THE HELL!

I gesture.

YOU FREAKIN' HIT MY CAR ASSMONKEY!

I gesticulate.

Again, shrug and smile and wave.

I get back in the car, count to thirty and watch the light go green in front of me. Infuriated by this guy and wanting to, yknow, do the right thing and exchange information with this jerkhole I pull off the road, let him GO RIGHT BY ME before getting back on the road, and calling the number printed on the back of his bus.

"Hello, how can I help you?"

"Hi, I'm on La Orilla in Santa Fe, New Mexico and one of your drivers just hit my car."

"Oh, that's a separate number, would you like to write that down?"

Great.

By now, we've gone past another light and the bus pulls into a gas station. I pull in behind him.

"Dude, you hit my car back there."

"Yeah. But there's no damage so it's OK."

"No it's not, cuz you HIT my car. Repeatedly. At least we need to trade some information."

"Buddy, there's no damage, don't worry about it. OK?"

"Right, there's no damage, but you did hit my car, and I want to exchange information so that if my tranny comes up lame cuz of this in six months you guys are going to fix it. Because, well, in case you didn't notice, you hit my car back there."

"Here, take my cell phone number. If anything happens to your car, call me. OK?"

"OK."

I put his number into my phone under "Asshole Who Hit Me on La Orilla" and snap off two pictures. One of his bus number and one of his bus's license and ownership information. Then, I get back into Maxi, get my bearings and realize that in one of those things we misidentify as irony, I'm in front of The Minuteman.

Brilliant.

I drive across the street and walk into The Minuteman on my day off.

"Dude, you're sick. Here on your day off?"

"No, bus hit my car out front. I'm here to mooch coffee out of the breakroom while I make some phone calls."

"Shit, that sucks. You need anything?"

"Just some breakroom coffee."

I repeat this conversation a half dozen times on my way to the breakroom. Once there, I call the bus company again. I get the right number to call and call them.

"Hi, one of your buses just hit my car."

I relate the entire story to the manager on duty and end the conversation with the following exchange.

"So you're there filing a police report?"

"No, I didn't really want to get the police involved here. I just wanted to have a record of this incident on file with you guys so that if something happens to my car six months down the road you guys will step up and do the right thing."

"Oh, I see. So the police are there filling out a report for you?"

"No, I haven't filed a police report. Should I?"

"Yknow, it never hurts to have a police report when these things happen."

So I call the police.

I sit around The Minuteman for half an hour before a cop shows up, takes my statement, asks where the other guy went, looks at my cameraphone pictures, gets my license, registration and insurance info and tells me to sit tight. He heads back to his cruiser and gesticulates wildly while talking to someone on the phone or his radio.

I call Nena and my mom to fill them in on what's gone down this morning. Just after I get off the phone with them the officer approaches to me. Apparently, the driver admitted to his boss that he'd hit me, but then DENIED it to the cop. Yeah, this guy's a genius.

Anyway, I'm fine, the car is fine, everything's fine. The back of my head was in a touch of discomfort for an hour or so after the accident but that was from where the NFL logo on my Bears hat hit my headrest upon repeated impact. It was really more fabric burn than anything.

Yup, that was my day off. Can't wait to see what goes down tomorrow.

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Previous Week's Weight: 262.6lbs
This Week's Weight: 260.4lbs
This Week's Loss: -2.2bs
Total Weight Lost: +4.2lbs
Next Goal: 243.0lbs
Pounds to Go 17.4

FUCKIN' A RIGHT DAWG!

Yeah, that's right, we're shedding our training weight. And we did it in a two week stretch that included Thanksgiving! What do I attribute this turnaround to?

Following the program.

I said it all the damn time when I was going to Weight Watchers meetings, and it's freakin' true. If you actually follow the program, log the POINTS(tm) and submit to an authority that knows more than you do, you actually lose weight.

So this week, I was honest with myself. And though I slipped up at least once every day, the overall was good because I was honest. Weight gain and loss are really about being honest with yourself. When you gain the weight, you lie to yourself and say it's OK. You lie and say you're not as heavy as you really are. There was a time when I claimed to weigh 100 lbs. less than I actually did. If that isn't self-delusion, I don't know what is.

When you're losing the weight, you need to be honest about your attempt. You have to tell yourself if you're actually doing all the things you're supposed to do to make the loss work. And, you have to be correct in that assessment. This week, I wasn't perfect, and I still have a long way to go to get myself actually on track, but this is totally a step in the right direction. Looks like I might be in the230s by my 10 year HS reunion this summer. Which, yknow, isn't the sub-deuce I wanted to be at two years ago, but I'll take it.

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