Weekends are a problem, and not in the fun sense. I tend to enjoy myself every weekend. In fact, I may be enjoying myself a little too much.

I'm in the business of losing weight, not maintaining. If I just wanted to maintain, then I could take weekends off year round. It would be great. But I'm not yet where I want to be, and that's going to take some sacrifice, at least for a few weeks.

This past weekend I had two over 4k calorie days (Friday and Sunday), with most of that coming from alcohol. I need to be more diligent. It's hampering my weight loss efforts, but I wouldn't say that it's derailing my health, as I'm still good for at least 4 solid workout days a week. I can look at it as if I wasn't getting great workouts in this frequently, then I'd actually be GAINING weight. Thank God for that at least.

I'm still losing steadily, albeit slowly, but I know I can do better. This Thursday is the final weigh-in for my office Biggest Loser, and while I'm certainly not likely to win, I am happy to have lost around 8lbs since the start, which is a little over a pound a week. Not too bad.

On the 19th my buddy and I are doing a 3-week "Balls to the Wall" program, which is insanely strict, and combines intense cardio with intense strength training. Meals are fixed, and it doesn't allow for any cheating whatsoever. It's only 3 weeks. I can give myself that.

This may be just what I need to kick-start the next phase in my 6-month program.

I'm excited.