This morning I got on the scale and it read 190 pounds.


That’s 18 pounds more than my perfect weight. And, it’s 13 pounds more than a happy weight for me.

It’s my own fault. I have been snacking on crap like a mad man lately. And, I cannot afford to let that happen.

I am now a man on a mission. I want that number to be below 180 by the time we take our family vacation at the end of August. Failure is not an option.

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