A couple of weeks ago the weight finally just got out of control. I had reached 230 pounds, a level I only approached once before: when I was working like a dog at Delano, eating either pubfood or McDonald’s every night, getting no exercise whatsoever and drinking 5+ cans of pepsi a day. About a year after that I’d switched to diet pepsi, was running the stairs at Casa Loma every other night when weather permitted, cut about half the crap out of my diet, got a regular job (and, therefore, regular sleep) and was single, thus getting my weight down to about 195. In the four years since then, I appear to have gotten fat and happy again, and as of two weeks ago — in the midst of a chest cold which prevented any exercise — was back up to 230. I’m 6’2″; four more pounds and my BMI would officially be considered “obese”.

Thoroughly disgusted with myself, I set out to get back to 195 (or better) and actually fit into some of the clothes I bought four years ago, which I still have in my closet, apparently to torture myself daily. And so, no more daily muffins and hot chocolate. Less frequent buying of the lunch. Back to running 3/4 times a week. And hopefully basketball will start again soon.

Current weight: 223.