So it's a new year which means that I officially have a little over 8 months to get to my target weight. Having a deadline has always worked really well for me. Mostly because I'm the tye of person that will do a little bit each day until the deadline arrives. I was never the student that HAD to stay up all night cramming (alright once I did and I paid dearly for it) instead I got a good nights sleep and was ready for whatever came my way.

Now losing weight is similar if you can set a realistic goal with a realistic deadline. I once met a girl at the gym where Tanya and I used to work who wanted to lose 50 pounds for a wedding in 4 months. Realistic goal? Of course. Realistic deadline? Not so much.
All that said you can imagine my shock upon returning from our christmas vacation 3 pounds lighter. It's not that I was conciously trying to eat less or work out more. It just means that I had reprogrammed my body over the last month to do these things automatically. A little bit everyday. That's all it takes.

So what did I do? wii!
Seriously.
I worked out one day.

The rest of the time most of my physically activity was divided between walking the most awesome dog in the world, Finnegan came with us, playing that damn wii. We bowled, we played tennis, baseball and we boxed. Oh how we boxed. And I am not ashamed to say it, the old man kicked my butt in boxing every time. Sure he was about a millimeter away from breaking his new 65 inch screen every damn time, but he still won. Ever. Single. Time. And not just me. My brothers as well. All in a row. With no breaks. Of course he's lost about 50 pounds this past year so he's in a little better shape. I plan to practice a little bit every day so that next christmas; next christmas his butt is mine.