Day 10: Baby Steps Backwards

I fully intended on writing a running Grammy diary for the night, but I ended up not getting sat down in time to do it.  If you read my favorite music of the year column, you'll know how pumped I've been that almost all of my favorite artists from 2012 sang live tonight (heck, at one point we had Brittany from Alabama Shakes, Mumford and Sons, and Zac Brown on stage at the same time).  Also, Bruno Mars sang with Sting, which just cements my theory that "Locked Out of Heaven" was at one time meant to be a Police song. 

Anyway, since I didn't get to do a fun (the mood, not the band) column, I decided to pump out an update column.  On Friday, I wrote how jazzed I was for week 2 and how I had big plans for what I intended to do.  Somewhere between posting that and 10 pm on Sunday, I've managed to misplace some of my personal strength.  This makes two straight weekends where I kind of fell apart.  I gave into my pizza temptation (twice).  I ate stadium food.  I drank beer.  I basically didn't move except to get up from my seat at the Wild game to go get a giant pretzel and another beer.  The worst part is knowing that I didn't really have anything going on this weekend that required me to be put into situations where good intentions were ruined by poor options.  With the exception of the Wild game, I literally had no plans and didn't leave the apartment.  My best man, who attended the game with me, even offered to go to Subway before the game so that I didn't have to eat at the game, but I turned him down so I could eat Mr. B's pulled pork.  I didn't get on the elliptical, I didn't cook at home (unless you count the Papa Murphy's pizza I popped into the oven), and I basically kind of didn't care.  I'm going to write a column at some point this week if I work up the nerve to explain some of it, but for now let's just say I was being lazy.  I have great intentions, and I swear I hit it hard during the week.  It just seems like the weekdays are spent undoing what I'm doing on the weekends.  I guess the best I can do is to continue to be aware, not get TOO crazy on the weekends, and work even harder Monday-Friday to hit my 225 February goal.  I think the reality of just how close July is will hit soon, and that should definitely light the fuse under my not-currently-shrinking ass.  I'm just hoping that firework starts popping sooner rather than later because I need to seem some scale movement.

Monday, here I come...

Jeff