DESTINATION 195!

There are many trivial things floating in the soup of my life; an undying love for Rebel basketball, writing whimsical articles on trivial things, and silly challenges set forth by an out-of-state trash talking friend. Held separately, each brings me momentary pleasure (extended a few more moments if BYU or Reno are whamped up on by the boys in Scarlet & Grey). When all are bound together in a fierce secret alliance of mediocrity -- It sets in motion a fertile ground of humor and possibly reduced strain on my inseam.

Like all meaningless endeavors, a banner must be flown with serious effort given to a solid mission statement, 6 Sigma optimization, and frizzle dizzle. For the next sixteen weeks... give or take a few holidays, the birth of our third child, and the siren's call of that degenerate spawn of Satan known to western civilization as All-U-Can-Eat sushi, I will fly the flag of DESTINATION 195!

With the help of my dear old Texas brother from another mother, Jaron "JBK" Krause, I will embark on a journey of starvation, caloric depression, and swampy socks slopping through the valley of the land that comfort food forgot.

If I succeed, yours truly and JBK will be attending a Rebel Basketball game, eating at the aforementioned spawn of Satan house of gastric bliss, to celebrate this trivial challenge; hopefully accomplished in full.

Shave 37 pounds in 16 weeks for no reason other than seeing that ditch and double dog daring your buddy to bunny-hop it on his older brother's Schwinn Scrambler with the banana seat.

I love you chocolate covered raisins! I will see you in December... Give my warm regards to the 24 pack of A&W root beer and the 100th year commemorative bag of Golden Oreo Fudge Covered Cookies with Birthday Cake Creme.