The Super Bowl Sandwich was a fantastic festival of meats and cheeses, perfected by the best black olive bread the Safeway grocery store chain has to offer.

The total cost of the salami, ham, and capicola sandwich was $35 and it took me nearly 11 hours to get the whole thing down.

But get the whole thing down, I did.

This was not a normal off day, people. This was the Super Bowl. And this sandwich, as delicious as it was when baked for 10 minutes at 400 degrees, made me very relieved that the Super Bowl only comes once a year.

I enjoyed it. Don’t et me wrong. I did. But I am not overwhelmed with not only a sense of guilt, but also a sense of dread.

The official weigh-in this week was 281.2 pounds, a mere .6 pound difference from last week. I haven’t been to the gym since Thursday, and I am going out to dinner with someone on Monday. I must keep that light.

Currently, I am suffering from two things: 1) the upper/downer effect of food as a drug, and 2) the sheer massive weight of that monstrosity of a sandwich inside of my stomach. It dropped like brick in a lake.

But while I believe in my health, I also believe in tradition. I believe that these things I have done routinely for several years (and the tradition of the Super Bowl Sandwich goes back to at least 2003), should be preserved, even if I am the only one preserving them. I watched and ate alone. I enjoyed my Sunday. But now I am really looking forward to getting down to business. A full week of healthy eating and gym activity, a full week of work towards a goal that, right now, seems kind of far away.

That’s what I have to look forward to.