West Point Class of 1987

Jim and Everyone,

Twelve weeks and I'm exactly twelve pounds over my graduation weight. (We're using graduation weight, right? Not "end of Beast Barracks" weight, I hope. I'll never get down to that again, and Michele would freak if she caught me eating the toothpaste in the middle of the night.)

So, I guess you got me: $20 a pound, a pound a week, twelve weeks.

My diet's already on the Spartan side: Oskar Blues beer, chips and salsa, guac, fish tacos, blueberry cream cheese bundt cake... what else is there that I can give up?

So, clock starts tomorrow...

Cheers, Steve