Upon Further Review, Not So Dopey An Idea

It’s been about 2 weeks since the epic trip to Orlando for the Dopey Challenge.  Time has given me some perspective on it.

First, I have to commend Disney (won’t they be happy) for how they put on all of the races.  Most of the courses were well planned out, the starts were a lot of fun, the employees and volunteers were nice, polite and helpful.  Most of the medals are awesome (the 5K one is weak, but it’s understandable).  The food and such at the finish line was kind of weak as well, but since I usually don’t eat much right after a race, that didn’t really bother me.

Disney Medals

Sorry for the crappy pic, but you get the idea of the medals.

In addition to the good work by the staff and volunteers at Disney, we had a blast with friends that were there to also run.  I crossed three finish lines with (or very close to) Brian, my long time friend and running partner (and who was somewhat responsible for getting me into this).  One day we all ran with “Carol’s Crew” shirts on to honor our friend Carol who is going through treatment for breast cancer.  We laughed and shivered before the starts (one day it was about 30 degrees in the early hours).  We had a good meal with everyone Sunday night after the marathon.  And, we drank our way around Epcot.  Holy crap was I hammered…

I think the only thing I would change as far as the trip is concerned is where we stayed.  It was a nice place and great for the price, but I think I would have liked to stay on property – on the monorail line to make it easier for me to get to and from the races and easier for my cheer squad to get around.

The other great thing was the weather.  Sure it was 30 degrees before the 5K.  But, when marathon day rolled around and it started in the high 40’s, I was a happy camper.  Even better, it was cloudy and even rained off and on a bit so the feared 70 degree high around the time I would be finishing didn’t happen.  I think that and a change to my fueling plan really helped me avoid the cramps that crushed me at mile 14 of the St. Jude Memphis Marathon.

So, here’s where the rubber meets the road.  I had some really good times.  I’ve found, in my “overweight running” phase, that while I can’t go fast, or go too far, I can just keep going, whether it’s running or walking or somewhere in between.  My 5K wasn’t too fast.  Mostly because you just couldn’t get around all the other people – lots of families and kids participating which made it tough.  But, since it wasn’t timed, no big deal.

The 10K was another good race.  Again, pretty crowded so I didn’t get to do the pace I normally would do, but that’s a good thing.  I really didn’t need to push it on this day knowing what was coming over the weekend.  The mantra was start out easy and back off from there.  Still, a solid 1:03:03 made me pretty happy.  A 10:01 pace and feeling good afterwards left me in a positive mood for the upcoming races.

Once we got out of the crowds at the start of the half marathon on Saturday, we settled into a pretty consistent pace.  The first few miles were spent weaving in and out of the crowds and we were just trying to find space and a running groove, so those were relatively slow.  We also stopped to walk a bit at the halfway point so that mile was just over 12 minutes.  The rest of them were fairly consistent and right where I was hoping to be and I came in with a 2:23:10 time.  That’s a 10:45 pace.  Not going to win any races, but again I felt good afterwards and went back to the room for an ice bath and then our for Giodorno’s deep dish pizza.

As dawn broke on marathon Sunday…we were 3 or 4 miles into it.  The Disney races all start at “Oh my god it’s too early to be out here” o’clock.  Even for me, a habitual early riser, it was tough.  I think I got up around 2:30 so I could eat something, go for a walk and wait for things to move along before I put on my running clothes and headed out.  We were supposed to be in the starting corrals by 5:00.  Missed it by a bit because of traffic, but we did ok.

So, the marathon.  I did it in 5:13:40.  An 11:46 pace.  The crazy thing was, I was only 5 minutes behind my half marathon time at the 13.1 point in the marathon.  Unlike other races, I didn’t “fall apart” and I certainly didn’t get any cramps.  So, I slowed down simply because I was tired and my feet were hurting pretty bad.  My routine was to take a GU every 5 miles and a electrolyte tab every 6.  I drank only water and felt ok most of the time.

The bottom line is that I pretty much gave everything over those 4 days – I don’t think I could have done a whole lot better all things considered.  And what did I learn?  I’ve mentioned before that I learned I will never get better until I get into much better shape (read: lose weight).  I also learned that running at this weight is probably going to cut my running habit short.  It’s just too much pounding on my old man joints.  But, I also learned that I can do the long runs – maybe not at a blistering pace ever, probably won’t ever qualify for Boston, sadly.  But, I can do them and I enjoy them so I’ll continue to work on losing weight for the next few months and then I’ll work on getting stronger, doing more speed work for my runs and building my daily mileage back up.

I don’t think I’ll do it again.  Not because I hated it or had bad time, quite the opposite.  But, there are too many other races I want to do (NYC Marathon, Philadelphia Marathon, Florida Ragnar, and others).  But, if money and time wasn’t an issue, I’d definitely go back.

Time For A Revival

clear!…KA-CHUNK….we have normal sinus rhythm…

I was toying with starting another blog, when I decided instead to try to revive this one.  I thought, “Nobody really reads this so it’s all about me.”   Since it’s a blog mostly oriented towards my running and physical fitness (HA!), I’ll stick to that for this post.

So, I was looking back at where this whole running thing started.  I wouldn’t really call it an obsession (my wife might beg to differ), but I am pretty enamored by it and I continue to do a fair amount of it.  Anyway, I started running in 2010 as part of a plan to lose weight.  Long story short, worked like a charm.  I dropped almost 75 pounds from June to January.

As the years have gone on, I’ve sadly put a large chunk of that weight back on.  Headline:  Guy runs 3 miles a day, eats like he ran 20!  Film at 11.  And that’s really what I did.  I told myself that I’m doing a long run tomorrow, did one today, plan on one next week so I can eat whatever I want.  Part of the problem, and by no means am I putting the blame anywhere but squarely on my shoulders, was that I was doing a lot of travelling for work.  That led to an unholy number of trips to McDonald’s and other fast food joints where bad decisions were made.

So, my clothes have gotten tighter, my stomach has started bulging more and more, my running has gotten slower and my overall health has gotten worse.  I can only imagine the damage I’m doing trying to actually run sub-10 minute miles as I’m pounding my joints and feet over and over with all the extra weight.  Oh, and my thighs are really rubbing together.

Through this time, I’ve run 7 marathons, numerous half marathons, a Ragnar relay and just completed the Dopey Challenge (worthy of its own post).  All of this while slowly, but steadily putting weight on.  In the past two years, I’ve run over 2,000 miles.  I’ve gone through 3 or 4 pairs of running shoes and, according to my fitbit, I’ve walked/run over 6 million steps in the last year alone.

At this point, you’re probably asking yourself, “So what is this guy going to do about this?”  Glad you asked.  I’ve started counting my calories again.  This is probably the biggest part of my past success.  Measure and weigh when necessary, log everything, and make sure that I’m getting plenty of fruits and vegetables (the word ‘plenty’ is very subjective in my case).  For me (your results may vary), it really is all about calories in vs. calories out.  It’s about eating at a deficit.  Which is pretty cool.  If I have the calories left at the end of the day, I’ll have an ice cream cup (portion control is everything).

My goal weight is 190.  As I (hopefully) get closer to this goal, I may reevaluate it.  I need to get it so my weight starts with a 1, no matter what my final is.  So, <gulp> that means I have to lose 57.4 pounds at this point.  Yup, math is hard, but not that hard.   I wasn’t that low before, I got just to above 200.  I wish I could be more accurate, but I can’t honestly remember and we got a new scale that is more accurate – the other one was weighing me lighter than I was.  So, according to the old scale, my starting weight was 275, but that was at least 5 pounds lighter than reality.  I believe my lightest weight on that scale was about 205, so it was probably more like 210.  Which means I’ve put on 2/3 of what I lost.

So, 190 is the goal but I have a shorter term mark to hit.  I’m hoping for 210 by May 1st.  That will be about 5 weeks before the next race I’ve signed up for – the Nautical 10 Miler.   If I’m less than that for that race, that will put me about 35 pounds lighter than the last time I ran it.  It took me almost 1 hour, 58 minutes to do 11.5 miles.  I plan to smoke that this year.  This will be my fourth time running it and my best time so far is 1:43:18 – just under 9 miles/hr pace.  I haven’t seen that kind of pace in a long time.

Anyway, that’s enough rambling for today.


My Garmin is dead (and I don’t feel so well myself)

About a week ago, my Garmin died in the middle of a run.  After a long string of curse words interrupted by heavy breathing, I finished up my run and made a best guess as to time/distance.  I had some idea because it was a course I had run before and I had about half of it in the Garmin.

Since then, I’ve been using the Map My Run app on my phone.  Also, since then, I’ve been running faster, more consistently.  My times haven’t been anything to cry from the rooftops about, but there has been a noticeable improvement.  All of my runs have averaged less than a 9:30 pace.  Ooohhh, you’re thinking sarcastically, gosh you’re soooo fast…  I know it’s not lightning fast, nor is it a huge improvement over, say, my previous week of runs, but it’s a bit.  On average, I’m probably about 15 seconds per mile faster.  

I will admit, that I’ve felt pretty good.  I haven’t felt like any of my runs have been a struggle.  So, I’m hopeful.  And, I doubt that any difference in recording distances is huge, but I’d like to know that my 9:20 average this morning on a warm, humid August day in Memphis is because I’m getting stronger and faster and not because my running app or my phone can’t accurately figure out how far I’ve gone.

This weekend I’ll head over to Shelby Farms and run a known course where the miles are marked off and see how I’m actually doing.  Fingers crossed that I’m running faster!

Doing What You Must

Got no feel, I got no rhythm
I just keep losing my beat
I’m ok, I’m alright
Ain’t gonna face no defeat”

These lines from Queen’s “Somebody To Love” were fitting this morning (actually the last few days).  It was one of those things that makes you wonder, is there a God and how is he controlling my playlist on my iPod?  I’m running along this morning, really struggling and this song comes on (the acapella version from The Sing Off is on my playlist.  Don’t judge me.) my iPod.  Those lines just fit me to a tee.  I had planned to do 5 miles this morning and I just felt “off”.  I felt like I was going really slow, even for me.  I thought, ‘ok, this is going to get shortened’.  But, the last line struck me – Ain’t gonna face no defeat.  Horrible grammar aside, I realized that I made excuses yesterday – tired, too much time spent driving the day before, lots of brutal hills – and I couldn’t continue to do that.  

So, I did my 5.  I had some good stretches and some bad ones, but I did what I had planned to do.  I’m glad I did.  In order to be at my best for the fall/winter season, there will be days I don’t want to run or want to cut planned runs short.  I need to make sure that I only take days off or shorten runs because I need to – not because I just don’t feel like training.

A Tail of Three Dogs

Author’s Note:  This is my third attempt at writing this.  ID10T errors led to the downfall of earlier tries.

We are the proud parents of three beautiful rescue dogs.  Bailey, Jessie and Rocky came into our lives in different ways.  But they’ve all touched our hearts, tried our patience, made us laugh and will, I’m sure make us cry.  It’s undeniable that our lives have been changed by them and, hopefully, for the better.

Jessie’s Story

One Saturday in May of 2007, Julie said to me “Let’s go look at dogs.”  I said, “Don’t tease me.  If we go, we’re coming back with one.”  So, off to the SPCA we went.  I should add that the SPCA of Wake County in North Carolina is a great place.  They take really good care of the animals, it’s a no kill shelter and a well maintained facility.  

Jessie, or Opal as she was named at the time, was part of a litter that had been dropped off at the SPCA.  And, they were going fast.  I think she was one of the last two that hadn’t been adopted yet.  We pretty much instantly fell in love.  We named her Jessie after Jesse Owens.  When we first met her, she was running around and was really quick.  So, about a week or two later, after she was spayed and chipped, we brought her back to our new, lovely, fairly well appointed home.  Then, the fun began…

We wanted to crate train her.  I knew other people and professionals that had great success with that.  I knew someone whose dog loved his crate – it was his safe haven when there was too much going on and he would go in and out as he pleased.  This was not our Jessie.  The crate was a struggle.  She’d bark when she was in there, never wanted to go in and, against everything we had ever heard about crates, she’d poop in there.  We’d come home to find her huddled in one corner of her crate while dog poop would be all over it and her.  Many a night was spent cleaning carpet, crate, bedding and dog off.  Good times.  She also chewed….everything.  Furniture, molding, newspapers, and so on.  She got loose a couple of times and led us on merry chases through the neighborhood.  But, lucky for her, she was also sweet and affectionate and, thankfully, she grew up and put most of that nonsense behind.



Next up, Missy

About 2 years ago, a friend of mine posted this picture on Facebook:

Missy at the shelter

She said that this dog needed a home and soon.  I shared the post, which my wife saw and added “If nobody adopts this dog, we will”.  And, so, two days later, Missy was being brought to our house to meet us and Jessie and see how we all got along.  She was understandably scared and was curled up on the floor of the back seat of the car (something she still does).  We don’t know anything about her history, but are pretty well convinced that she was abused.  It doesn’t take much to get her scurrying to a safe place and get in that same pose from the picture.

She’s also very sweet.  She craves affection and, if you’re sitting or laying down, she wants to be next to you.  She also hated the crate (we’re now 0-2 with dogs and crates).  She also chewed stuff – similar lists to Jessie’s.  It’s funny that she’ll also scrap with the other dogs – who are each twice her size. 


Along came Rocky…

It was July 4th of 2013.  I was out for a morning run and had actually just finished when I saw another runner standing and facing off against a dog.  I could tell that she didn’t know the dog, it wasn’t on a leash, and she might need some help.

It’s a long story, so I’ll just hit the highlights – she had called the police and someone was on the way.  I said I’d hang until they got here.  Sheriff’s deputies pull up, tell us there’s not much they can do and tell us to call Memphis Animal Shelter.  It’s 7:00 in the morning on the 4th of July.  So, I tell her, go on her way, I live around the corner and will see if I can get the dog to our fenced in back yard.

She leaves, I coax this dog back to the house and into the back yard then the two dogs already residing there start freaking out.  Which, of course, wakes my sleeping wife and I have to explain to her what’s going on.  I let our two barking dogs out back and they meet this latest interloper.  Julie and I start trying to figure out what to do.  I make some phone calls, mostly fruitless.  She hits the internet trying to find information.   One thing is starting to become obvious – this dog isn’t used to people.  He won’t come near either of us – we can’t even touch him.  We make some flyers and I go around the area putting them up, but pretty sure it’s fruitless.  I also finally coax him into a lead and take him to a nearby vet hospital to get him scanned for a chip.  I also am pretty sure this is fruitless, which it was, but it was worth a try.  So, back to the house and back to the back yard for him.  

Stray in the Backyard

We leave him out there overnight – put out some food and water and try to keep the other two dogs settled in.  The next morning, I get up to go to work and check on our guest.  He’s not there, but there’s a dog sized hole in the fence.  Oh good, something else to worry about.  Turns out, he was still in the neighbor’s yard so I get him back to our property, cover the hole with a lawn chair and then head to work.  Julie is staying at home and trying to find out about this dog.  She learns that he’s been seen around the Trinity Rd area, near the Shelby Farms Dog Park and some people have fed him, but he’s a loner.  She also learns that our shelter in Memphis sucks – unlike the SPCA where we got Jessie from, this place is a kill shelter.  Actually, it’s a kill quickly shelter.  I don’t know if they’re good or bad people that work there (probably some of both), but they deal with a lot of strays and abandoned pets.  I think that says as much about the people in this area as it does the people who work at the shelter.   A message to people in the Memphis area:  Spay or neuter your pets you stupid fucks.  So, Julie finds out that basically this dog has a better chance of survival on his own than at the shelter.  With tears in her eyes and a heavy heart, she opens the gate and lets him out.

Fast forward to the next weekend.  I’m once again out for a run.  I’m about a quarter mile from home and I notice that someone is having a yard sale.  As I run by the home, I see a dog.  Actually, I see the stray.  I once again get him home and tell Julie he’s back in the backyard.  We decide that, at the least, we’ll get him neutered and checked out and then take it from there – maybe just foster him until we can find a forever home for him.  So, with more coaxing and after a call to a nearby vet who said they can take him for the weekend and then do the surgery on Monday, I get him into the car.  We get to the office, off of Germantown Rd, get out of the car and he gets out of his leash and runs away.  We tried to get him back, but he wouldn’t come near us and, eventually, he’s gone.  We searched the area but couldn’t find any sign of him.  

The next day, I’m once again out for a run, but this time, I’m not in the area and I didn’t find him roaming around.  I am, however, in my car on my way home when Julie calls.  “You’ll never guess who was in our driveway”, she says.  “Uhmmm…?”  “Rocky showed up out front”.  We had named him Rocky because she said he has raccoon eyes.  If you don’t get the reference, shame on you.  Find it on YouTube.  Plus, being a native Philadelphian, I’m all for Rocky.

So, he came back.  The next day, I manage to actually get him into a vet’s office.  They examine and neuter him and we get him back a couple of days later.  It’s pretty obvious that there will be no fostering, we were going to keep him.

You will notice a pattern – crate, bad.  Chewing up everything in sight – lots of fun!

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This has gotten better.  He also is a sweet dog.  He’s gotten over the whole “won’t come near us” thing.  He’s the guardian of the house.  He’ll wander around at night, making sure all is well.  He follows us around if we go out of a room and he’s always ready to go outside for a walk or out back to check on things.

So, our family is complete.  We have three sweet, loving dogs who get along well and bring some bit of joy to every day.

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Uh Oh

I was at the gym this morning.  Decided that since today was a rest day, I’d only work everything.  I like everything days – I feel like I get twice the amount done in only 50% more time.  I alternate leg and arm lifts and throw in some core reps.  So, I don’t spend as much time resting.

I was doing lunges with 30lb dumbbells, almost the end of my workout and starting my third set, I suddenly couldn’t, well, lunge with my left leg.  I felt pain in my left quad – like a lot of pain.  Not a “hey, you worked that kind of hard” pain, but “hey, stop doing that”.

I’m not super concerned about it.  Tomorrow is going to be interesting.  Fortunately, I don’t have a long run planned for the weekend.  Still, I’d like to get 4 or 5 in tomorrow (Saturday) and 5 or 6 on Sunday.

Overall, it was a good workout.  I’m tired but, aside from my left quad, I feel good.  Sore, but good.

Progress Report – Week 1

Well, it’s been a week (really 8 days) and, you may be wondering, how are things going?  In a word, swimmingly!

Let’s get the numbers out of the way.  In the first week, I lost 6 pounds (I lost another one yesterday, but that’s technically week 2).  I ran about 30.5 miles – some good, some not so good.  I ate pretty healthy and had a calorie deficit at the end of every day.  I also drank lots of water – even for me.  So, 6 pounds down, 44 to go in 93 days.  Seems doable at this point.

But, you maybe be wondering, how am I doing?  I’m actually doing pretty well.  My cravings for buckets of M&M’s is calming down and I’m getting back into the swing of recording everything, weighing and measuring foods and planning what I’m going to have for meals and snacks.  Sometimes I’m still hungry after finishing a meal, but that feeling is slowly going away.  Hopefully my stomach is shrinking and then my belly will soon follow.

I can’t say I’ve noticed a difference yet, but I think it won’t be long before that’s the case.  I think another 5 or 10 pounds and I’ll start to feel my clothes loosening up.  I can’t wait for that – losing the weight before, getting clothes in smaller sizes and then not being able to fit into them again has been depressing.

I don’t know if it’s the pounds I’ve shed or what, but my two runs so far this week have been great – better speed and feeling pretty good afterwards.  Hope that continues to improve.

That’s where I’m at.  My emotions have been quite the sine wave.1KHz_output_signal-large

I get happy thinking about how well I’ve done, then I get sad thinking that I still have a long way to go.  I’ll start to feel better thinking that I can do this, I’ve done it before.  Then, I start thinking about how, yeah I’ve done it before and should never have gotten back to this point.  Then, I think about what I’m doing it for and I get excited about the upcoming races.  That gets me worried about my plan – am I giving myself enough time to get ready for all the running after I hit my weight goal.  Ugh…

Well, one day at a time.  



The Plan

Yesterday, I did 13.1 miles (I hesitate to call it a half marathon because you might think I ran an organized race.  I also hesitate to use the term “ran”).  I have mixed emotions about it.  The first 7 1/2 miles went pretty well.  I could tell I was getting tired, but if I was only running 8 miles, I could have finished strong.  Problem was, I still had 5 1/2 miles to go.  Things fell apart very quickly at that point.  I slogged through the rest of the mileage.  So, good, did a solid amount of miles with a pretty good time.  Good, ended up with 13 miles for the day.  Good, burned lots of calories.  But, bad, did 5 miles in about 75 minutes (maybe a bit less, but you get the point).  

I’m not sure why I crashed so badly.  I will say that I didn’t plan on doing that much a few days ago.  My friend and running partner, Brian, is getting ready for a 50K race in September and is trying to push his mileage up and asked me if I was interested in doing this run with him.  I agreed (because I’m dumb that way) not really knowing how my calorie deficit from this week would affect me.  I think it’s part of what did me in.  

It’s a tough balance – I still have a lot of weight to shed before my fall/winter races.  But, losing a lot of weight pretty quickly doesn’t work well with long distance running.  Sure, you can go out and do 3 or 4 miles and not notice much, but I think I don’t have the glycogen reserves to power through the long runs.  Most running coaches will tell you not to worry about losing weight when you’re training for long distances and many runners will see their weight increase during this time.

Well, hell, that won’t work for me.  So, it’s pretty obvious that I need to cut that crap out.  For now.  My plan at this point is to give myself 100 days to get to my Disney goal weight.  This is not to be confused with my overall goal weight, but it will get me to a point where I feel I’ll be able to meet this racing challenge.  100 days from July 14 is October 21.  During that time, I most likely will not run anything over half marathon distance.  This will do two things for me – allow me to concentrate on shedding tonnage and do some sort of exercise every day.  My hope is that, as I get close to that goal weight, I’ll be able to run faster, further.  So, daily runs will become longer, recovery time will get better and I’ll get stronger.  Should make ramping up my mileage pretty easy.  I’ll have a good strong foundation to build on and I won’t have to worry about my weight.

For the next, now 94 days, I plan on running most of them.  I want to do some other stuff as well – mainly lifting weights and that may end up causing rest days.  Working muscle groups above the waist won’t, but trips to the gym that include lunges and squats might.  

I’m pretty psyched that I’m off to a really good start and tomorrow I’ll give a recap of my first week.  One week does not a lifetime make, though.  And my ultimate goal is to lose the weight and then work to keep it off.  

30,000 steps and counting

So, my company is doing a Fitbit Challenge.  We’re a small company – 27 people at this point.  The goal is to get 50 million steps as a group between February 1 and November 30.  We’re crushing it.  Well some of us are.  As of June 30, we’re just shy of 38 million steps.  There are a few people that are carrying the group, including yours truly.  I’m in second place at this point.  I’ll catch Leigh before the competition ends.  Although, she runs a lot (and runs faster than me).  Between the two of us, we’re responsible for 15% of the total .  The top 5 account for 1/3 of the total.  

It’s funny because as a group, most of the company is fairly fit.  There are men and women that are much closer to their ideal weight than me and I know that some of them look at me and wonder how is this fat guy getting so many steps.  I try to explain that, despite the fact that I don’t “look like a runner”, I do average about 22-23 miles week, I walk the dogs 4 times a day, almost every day and I’m pretty active some days between cooking and running errands.  There are definitely days where I don’t get quite as many steps – still walk the dogs, but other than that not much.  But, taking care of those three mutts is definitely part of my ‘active lifestyle’.

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There they are, in all their glory.  

I think this challenge has helped to keep me motivated through the dark times.  And by dark times, I mean the days where half a pound of M&M’s and a fast food lunch were par for the course.  And, I was pretty sure that I’d end up at least in the top 5, if not the top 3.  Now, 1 is in my sights.  After last month, I was 54,000 steps behind.  As of this post, I’m just over 20,000 steps back.  I hope to get a bit closer before the end of the month and keep chipping away over the last 4 of the competition.  Jeff, our Fearless Leader, is a big runner and very fit and this was his idea.  I think the prize will be pretty good and I’ll take that and the bragging rights!

And, by the time we go to our holiday party, I’ll be in much better shape and feel worthy of claiming the top prize.

Just a Quickie

Not a whole lot to report as of this morning.  I’ve dropped 4 pounds this week, so that’s good.  I’m still sore from Tuesday evening’s trip to the gym. Ran this morning – wasn’t pretty.  A bit slower.  I think yesterday’s run and the soreness from the gym really affected me today. Not sure I’ll make it there tonight, but I need to find something to do.  And, tomorrow is a scheduled off day so I’m not worried about overdoing it today.

Pretty excited about my success this week.  We went out to dinner last night but I was able to find something to eat – yeah, a filet mignon is really suffering.  Dinners out can be tough because, well, I want everything on the menu.  If I had planned a bit better yesterday, I could have enjoyed the larger filet and had a ceasar salad as well.  But, so it goes.  It was a last minute decision to go out.  Anyway, had a good time so that’s what matters the most.

That’s all for now…