Regression, Depression, and Planning the Next Session.

     As I write this, I am lying on a bed at the Black Hills Regional Sleep Center with a tube sticking up my nose. Later, I get the joy of having some sort of adhesive goop slathered all over my head and then wires will be attached, so that my brain activity can be monitored.

     Oh joy.

     The Summer was full of setbacks and obstacles. First, there was the funny mole on my head that turned out to pre-cancerous cells that had to be removed. Now I have to wear a big, floppy hat every time I go out into the sunlight. Then there was a trip back to Michigan where I spent a week eating road food and driving the length and breadth of the state, all the while getting NO exercise. When I got back, an old neck injury flared up and I was out of action for a month. Then I noticed that I was feeling tired all of the time. I figured, "Hey, it comes with getting older." But, I noticed that my energy levels were WAAAAAY low by the end of a workday. And my job isn't demanding at all. After watching me sit like an insensate lump on the couch for a couple of months, my long-suffering wife, who has endured my snoring for our entire marriage, finally convinced me to get a Sleep Study done. It turns out that I am going as long as 40 seconds without breathing during the night. Hence the lethargy and lack of motivation.

     The frustrating thing is that I had finally adjusted to Crossfit; I had learned that working out full tilt one day, and being too sore to move for three, was not progress. Anyhow, at the other end of all of the excuses and obstacles, I'm almost back where I started from.

     Soooooo, I guess I can call my first effort at losing 100 pounds an epic fail. The only choice I have now is figure out what to do next and make the second attempt.