Down a pound at the gym this morning. I've got 40 more to go and I think it is all located right around my middle. This journey has taken me from a Michelin Man-shaped creature to something a little closer to "typical" for a guy my age- that is, sporting a gut and love handles in the oh-so-desireable form of a spare tire.

TV commercials tell me that fat stored around my middle is some sort of "cytosol" or some other legitimate sounding, medi-babble related issue caused by stress and a sedentary lifestyle. Commercials seem to address just about everything I can imagine to be wrong with me. Tivo has pretty-much rectified that; I love fast-forward and the curative powers of commercial ignorance.

One thing I've learned thus far that most everyone already knows is that wanting something doesn't necessarily get you something. You have to take action. You have to ask, you have to do. Doing differentiates wishes from goals. Lesson learned and off I go!