Discipline Will Make Me Stronger, If It Doesn't Kill Me First

Seems like everything in my life has reached a bit of a plateau lately: work has been steadily busy during what has traditionally been a post-New Years quiet period; extra-curricular theatre activities have settled into a manageable cycle that hasn't required huge amounts of extra time; and the diet regiment has resulted in a (hopefully, temporary) equilibrium state. I'm currently running in the 191 - 194 range, bouncing between the two, with a once-in-awhile day of being either slightly over or slightly under that range.

Even though I'm averaging gym visits about two times a week, I've also been a little less disciplined about my intake, so I need to just knuckle-down and get that side of things a little more back on-track. Hopefully, with what looks like a return to unseasonably clement weather for the near term (anyone complaining that the blizzard conditions in the Northeast MUST be "proof" that Global Climate Change is a myth need only look at the fact that, in mid-February, the Olympics organizers up in Vancouver are being forced to truck in snow from remote locations in order to keep the slopes in good condition), I'll be able to increase my activity level even further, which should help matters somewhat.

I'm still focused on the goal of getting down to 180 lbs., but I just have to acknowledge the last 10 - 15 pounds are going to take a lot longer to shed than I anticipated.