I am still on the caffiene wagon (15 days!) and I did work out every day. Starting weight: 212, ending weight, 210, -2. Not quite the goal of -4, but I’ll take it. Last time I lost weight it didn’t start to really kick in until after the third week, so I just have to keep up the workouts.

I went to the ENT this week about my constantly infected tonsils. Turns out I have chronic tonsilitis, which causes the tonsil stones, the itchy ears, and exaserbates my allergies and results in my chronic sinusitis whenever I get sick. Soooo I have to get my tonsils out, which is apparently very painful for adults. Probably won’t happen until September, but the sooner the better. I want this over with.

Next week will be busy. I have to go to Charlotte, NC for a deposition, and we’re going to my mom’s house for the Fourth of July holiday. I’m gonna have to figure out a way to exercise every day. I’ll be okay as long as the hotel has an exercise room.

I listened to a lot of Ben Folds this week. He’s such an underrated artist – most people know “Brick” and that’s about it. I hope he puts something new out soon.

I was introduced to a great new website this week. The Fail Blog, link is on the blogroll. Oh, man, pure hilarity.

Some Random notes from my life over the past week:

I made a goal to lose four pounds a week. Starting weight: 215 Ending weight: 212 Total Loss: -3

Funny story of the week:
My son Ian (4 years old) walks out of the bathroom wearing only underwear.
Ian: Dad, I peed on the floor.
Me: That’s ok, just use some toilet paper and wipe it up.
Ian: I can’t.
Me: Why not?
Ian: It’s too much.
I walk in the bathroom to see a lake of pee on the floor, then walk out of the bathroom.
Me: It’s too much.
My wife: Ian, why did you pee on the floor?
Ian: (pointing to the left) My penis went that way.

Today is my seventh day off caffiene. No more headaches. I wish restaurants served other diet drinks besides diet coke/pepsi. On Wednesday, I had to go to Las Vegas Business Expo and work the Vegas Young Professionals booth. One of our sponsors was Red Bull, so here I am, just as the headaches are subsiding, sitting in between two barrels full of Red Bull. I figure if I can withstand that temptation, I’ll be okay.

Tiger Woods U.S. Open win was spectacular. Historic. Courageous. I was in awe, seriously. That is why I love sports. He had every reason to pack it in, and someone with less will to win would have, without any shame. But he didn’t, and he won against the underdog playing out of his mind. Congrats to Rocco Mediate too. He has no reason to hang his head at all. He played stroke for stroke with the best golfer ever for 90 holes. Just a great all around event.

Speaking of sports, congrats to Kevin Garnett and the Celtics. I am not a Celtics fan, but I can appreciate their accomplishment. I hope this years finals puts to rest forever the talk of Kobe Bryant being as good as Michael Jordan. Because Jordan would not have let that happen. The Celtics are a lot like the late-90s Utah Jazz — three great players, lots of decent role players, tough defense, etc. The thing that made Jordan so great was not his basketball skills, but his absolute will to win (very much like Tiger in the U.S. Open). Kobe’s performance in Game 6 was more John Starks than Michael Jordan. See today’s top five in “The Top Five of Everything” (link to the left) to see the top five reasons Jordan will always be better than Kobe.

This week I have really enjoyed the music of Them Terribles!, an alt-rock band out of SoCal. Very good stuff.

I got a chance to go to Orange County for work last week. Not a fan. I’m sure there are parts of the OC that don’t look like every other part of the OC, but so far they have eluded me. It’s like a big huge 100 square mile strip mall, filled in by pink stucco/red tile roof houses and “hidden” gated communities. And what’s the deal with all the Donut shops and Subway restaurants? There’s one or the other on every corner.

I also got to go down to L.A. for the grand sumo tour. Very cool. Sumo gets the rap of just being fat guys in diapers running into each other. No way. These guys are athletes. They can do the splits and touch their foreheads to the floor. The action is spectacular, and the pageantry makes it a blast to see. To get a glimpse of what we saw, go here.