But while I was back to eating right, I just couldn’t drag my fat ass to the gym. Monday I stayed home because I was tired and hungover. Tuesday and Wednesday, I had to work, which is no excuse. I generally enjoy going to the gym before work, as it makes me feel great the rest of the day. But I decided to stay home instead, and just read sports and political news before I had to go in. And all the while, I just wondered where all my motivation had gone.

I got to Wednesday night and realized that I needed to push myself harder if I wanted to get over this hump. After all, this was only a small one. There is bound to be a much larger hump coming up ahead.

So I woke on Thursday, did my weight in, cringed a little bit and headed for 24 Hour Fitness and attacked the elliptical machine with intensity and vigor.

Afterwards, I felt fantastic, and I realized that my assault on 269 has officially begun. I must break through this current wall to get to where I want to be. I took the first real step towards that on Thursday.

Now, I am not here to sugarcoat a bad week. Instead I want to acknowledge my past mistakes and take the necessary actions to correct them. Yeah, I gained 1.4 pounds over the past week, but I can’t do anything to change that now. Instead, I must look forward, eating right and fitting in workouts on Friday, Saturday, Sunday and Monday.

It’s not too much to ask of myself. And it is the only way to fix the hole I’ve put myself in.