Back and Badder Than Ever

Not bad meaning good, bad meaning bad.

I'm back and I'll try to get back to my old ways of posting early and often.

I think I'm done posting my weight here, unless I hit some crazy milestone. I'm still losing about a pound a week and, in all, I'm down to 225 or 226 (depending on the scale's mood). My huge gut is gone, and now I just have a regular 36-year-old guy gut. I just survived a weekend out of town that included a huge, cheesy dinner and many indulgences and somehow still lost a pound. I guess I shouldn't make a habit out of it, but I'm happy to come out ahead because I was convinced all weekend that I would gain weight.

Mrs. U celebrated a birthday on Monday. I got her a new car stereo and some new pajamas (and a pedicure, and a babysitter for a dinner out). It was just going to be the stereo and the dinner out, but I had to scramble after I ruined the stereo surprise. You see, there was a 24-hour period a few weeks ago when we were going to get rid of our van. At one point in that 24-hours, I decided to tell her that I had been planning to get a stereo put in. I guess I wanted credit for the thoughtfulness. The next day, when we found out the van problem was only $44 to fix, we decided to keep it for another year and the only wreckage from the decision was my blown surprise. Me and my big mouth.