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I took my weight this AM after my morning "rituals" but before drinking any water or coffee. Here's what my Wi-Fi Withings scale shared with my 44.3k Twitter followers.

Today I had a shredded pork burrito with everything, including rice, black beans, pinto beans, cheese, sour cream, guacamole, pico de gallo, shredded lettuce, chopped cucumber, and both a spicy cilantro and a mild peach salsa.

I just popped onto my underused Keiser M3 indoor cycling stationary bike that I quite adore. I strapped on my Specialized SPD pedal compatible bike shoes and gave it an easy 20-minutes. I'll try to do the same thing again tonight.

Things are going better with the diet. I refuse to keep any food in the house. I am even tempted to dump my stone-ground grits and my stone-ground oats—including yummy, yummy, bars of butter.

Lovely. Cut it a mile short because a 16E bus driver for ART—Arlington Transit—took pity on me while I was wandering around the Pentagon and stopped in the middle of the road and let me on, God bless him. I was done but I would've done the rest. But I appreciated the generosity and kindness. I even had a metro card so it was all good!

Last night sucked. Yesterday, I made a heaping portion of Angel Hair Pasta with store-bought Ragu Alfredo sauce and a bunch of chopped store-bought sliced honey ham and made it into a giant happy vat of lunch—all because I really wanted to eat noodles with a mug full of disposable wooden chopsticks that remind me of growing up in Hawaii.

Still working on ramping up but after a week, I have only amassed 26,622 meters so far.  I need to start doing 10,000+ days in order to make sure I'm well over 200,000 meters by midnight on Christmas Eve. Wish me luck!  

Maybe only a handful of you have ever shared Thanksgiving with me. It's no big whoops. For a few years there, I rocked the meal, making the perfect brined and butter-basted turkey.

Day two of two in a row. Hopefully I can keep up a daily run of at least 2 miles a day. I'd prefer it to be 4/day but I didn't sleep well at all last night so I'm being gentle.

A plumber came by my pad to fix my tub and he told me that I live in a prison weight room. Okay, he didn't say "prison" but it was all in the tone. It's true.