So yesterday, for the first time, somebody asked if I lost weight before I ever mentioned it to him.  My brother-in-law asked me.  I was pretty happy about that.  I'm glad to see other people notice.  By the way, I'm in my eighth week and I've lost just about exactly twenty pounds.  Twenty more to go.  I'm very happy with that.  I'm repeating week seven of my eight week program as I just couldn't finish last week's Saturday (Sunday) workout.  It was just too much.  I had 50 pushups/pullups/inverted rows, which were the hardest for me.  I'm still trying to figure out what I want to do when I'm done, too.  I think I may be wise to put on a little bit of muscle.  I don't want to be huge, but it might be nice to add a bit more.  I like where I was back in '02.  Ha ha ha.  Let me know, still, if you guys see anything.

By the way, I slacked off a bit last week, too.  I did all of my bodyweight exercises, but I skipped one of the two scheduled interval sessions.  I need to get more serious about this still.  I'm down to about three days a week of exercise.  I need to get back up higher.  I've been a bit distracted over the past few weeks, but that's still no excuse.  I need to start getting to bed on time so I can try to force myself to wake up early enough to work out in the morning again.  I'm still making progress, which is good, I just think I could do more without worry of overtraining.  I'm random.