Fortunately, I've been eating like crap.
This is both a joke and a sad fact. Just over the past few weeks, Popeye's, Chipotle, a whole large pizza over the course of 3 days, Baja Fresh and a few cookouts have figured prominently in my menu.
Concurrently, my activity level has dropped down. Way down. This coincides with the end of summer kickball season, which, as exercise, can be characterized as 45 minutes of light to moderate exertion, followed by 3 hours of standing around drinking beer.
Occasional forays on skates notwithstanding, I just haven't been able to get to the gym. Don't really see the point.
I do better with hard deadlines. Arbitrary, self-imposed goal deadlines don't do it for me, as I can easily see through them.