280.5 lbs. Absolutely Unacceptable.

So, I'm about to do this "Biggest Loser" competition for my fraternity's alumni chapter that starts next Friday.  I think it'll be good because it'll give me some accountability.  And goodness knows, as evidenced in this picture, I haven't been doing the best job at taking care of myself for the last several months since I moved back home.  Part of me wants to blame my mom because she's like having my own personal Paula Deen, but I can't kid myself.  I don't make the healthiest decisions when it comes to what I put in my mouth and working it off.  I could cut out the breakfasts at Chick-Fil-A and the lunches at Willy's.  I could eat smaller portions at dinner.  I could make about 4-5 trips per week to the gym I pay good money for each month.  Basically, I could be doing, well, better.

This is actually kind of heartbreaking because it's just one pound shy of where I started when I did Weight Watchers 7 years ago.  I worked really hard and it took a long time for me to drop like 75 pounds.  And now I've gained it all back.   All I know is that I've got to do better.  I need to spend the next week mentally preparing for my 12-week journey back into my old Levi's.  And in doing so, I decided to start myself a little blog to make a daily journal of my efforts.  So, I hope you can join me as I go along and perhaps even offer some words of encouragment and advice, because goodness knows I could use it.

The best of luck to myself...

Tres