This phrase, which is the governing principle of your life, is why you're going to hell. Just FYI.

Ah well. It's been a hell of a ride.

I hope it was. I don't begrudge you your joy at all. But know this: there's no golf in hell.

Based on how I play I'm pretty sure there is.

Glad you rose to the occasion. I tried to serve a nice fatball right over center plate. It also proves that you are a true golfer; each one knows the course is a place of torment.

191 Friday
196 Monday
194 Tuesday

By Friday I should be down to 191 or 192 again. Sunday's are a killer for me.

It's become apparent that the I Ran 10 Miles This Morning So I Can Eat Whatever The Hell I Want diet isn't working for me. So I'll join this biggest loser club. I weighed in this morning at a whopping 164 lbs. Let's see if I can drop 10 or 15 in the next few months.

Hey, that's my diet too. In fact I ran 10 this morning and as I type this I'm eating a BK double stacker and I went King size on that. My weight has held pretty steady through this whole marathon training at about 194-196. Part of me wants to gain 4 pounds and declare myself a Clydesdale.

Down one more pound this week. 11 total.

233 this morning. I'm almost ready to trade in the sweat pants for some Dockers!