It's Friday!

I can't say I've really done anything major since my last report. Still down 14 lbs (which is good, considering I've been out of town twice since), and still struggling to maintain a routine at the gym and with food.

Trips throw my life out of sync. I'll get it together eventually. I count calories, but I can't be bothered to write all that food down. It sucks.

The last week in Tampa has me sleeping almost as soon as I get home, then getting up early the next day. I'm yawning at work as I type. I may change around my workouts if this doesn't change anytime soon.

Anybody in Raleigh need a workout partner?

So far...

I'm down 14 pounds since Oct. 1.

"I get paid just fa..."

I see an island getaway in my future.

Not just me and a few friends kickin it, throwing back drinks and chasing the native "skirt," but something with a little more purpose.

I see me going to Cancun in the spring, a little smaller than I am now, for the celebration.

I talked to my boy Kyle, and he sounded serious about hopping down to Mexico. By January, we should be talking this thing into existence.

This is going to be my goal. That trip is going to be my party. I plan on hitting the beach, dropping the t-shirt and frolicking like a damn fool.

By night, we'll both be drunk as hell for the low-low.

The last time I was in Cancun, I was 17, drunk every day and still came home with some of the $400 I'd taken with me. I was also 100 lbs lighter.

If you can't tell, I'm ready!