Hey Everyone! It is again time for the Weekend Warrior Challenge. Thanks to the capable Jeremy Logsdon, my buddy at Stellar Path for filling in for the traveling Brandon at the So Long Fat Ass blog. The goal of the Weekend Warrior Challenge is to establish outstanding healthy and fitness habits for the weekend in addition to the weekdays. Many of my friends and I have strayed from the magnificent creatures we are, and the challenge is a way of resetting our habitual set-points.
Jeremy has chosen Star Trek as the theme for this months challenge. What better reason than to put a picture of the easy-on-the-eye Seven of Nines on this wondrous blog.
Here are my goals for this weekend:
1. Complete 4 strength training sessions this week. I am already at 2 as of this writing. The plan is for one this afternoon and another yet tomorrow.
2. Complete 4 walks of 5 miles each this week. I am again at 2 as of now. The left knee has a big fluidy bump on it presently, but I will complete.
3. No sweets this weekend. This has become suprisingly more simple as time progresses, but everyday is a new challenge.
That’s it. I will report back on Monday. I wish you all great health and abundance.
4 Aces – Plus! I wish I had blue face paint. Because if I did, I would have put it on and a kilt to boot. I screamed results this last week. As you remember, I had a pre-challenge goal of first breaking the 200 pound glass floor. I broke through On Friday, achieving 199 pounds. I had a private male smirk going on, as I strutted in slow motion from the gym scale.
eat for a whole day on Thursday, because I pigged out on Wednesday. I really screwed the pooch with a 3,838 calorie day on Wednesday via 2 business networking meetings, cocktails, hors d’oeuvre’s, filet o’ fish sandwich meal on the way home and intercourse with 3 chocolate Zingers after ripping off the plastic wrap, immediately upon entering my home.
Well, it was 
If you think that you eat and drink too much or exercise too little on the weekend, you aren’t the only one. Worldwide, there are many fat men (and women) hanging their heads at the end of the weekend, after marathon eating bouts. This is especially apt for those of us living in the frozen north where snow still covers the ground. We frequently eat for sport here. Some guys even know in advance, despite their quixotic weight-reduced vision for themselves, that they will be heavier at the end of the weekend.