I'm a Loser, Baby

One of the (presumably) unintended results of Yankee John's decision to offload some cargo was my own realization that I should slim down, too.  If nothing else, I don't think I could stand it if he ever weighed less than me.  So I started a pretty good weight loss plan: walk/run at least 2 out of every 3 days, try to watch what I eat, etc.  So-so results until last month, when work got extremely busy and I was basically living on a continuous IV infusion of Red Bull and the occasional strip of beef jerky (and still running 4-5 days a week).  I got some really impressive results, but, of course, when I stopped being ungodly busy and the caffeine wore off I developed an appetite again.  And all that weight came roaring back.  Very frustrating.

So I decided to combine my New Year's resolution (do something fun with my free time other than sit on the sofa watching M*A*S*H reruns) with my weight loss goals:  I'm training to run in the Crescent City Classic on April 11th.  It's a 10K race (that's 6.2 miles to those of you in the colonies).

So I've been putting in the treadmill time, plotting runs on the levee, trying to convince the dog to behave on a leash so she can run with me, the whole nine yards.  Let's just hope my knees hold out.

And now, since there is nothing more boring than a weight loss blog, I bring you this: