What happened?

So, for the past three months solid, I've let myself slip into a mode where I really just don't care.  I haven't kept up with WW, I haven't been taking care of myself at all.  No exercise, no eating right, no water, nothing.  Lots of Dr. Pepper, lots of Drop Red, lots of fast food and french fries, etc.

I blamed work.  I told myself (and my wife) that it was all of the stress that work has me under.  I am so completely unhappy at work that I just... give up.  I tell myself, "oh, don't worry... I know your day is utter shit, but at least you can have this bag of doritos!"  I do this over and over again - the occasions (while at work, at least) have become known as "smock runs" because to get our food we usually go to the local gift ship, The Pink Smock.  Often, I'll grab a Dr. Pepper and a bag of chips, but if I'm low on cash I'll use payroll destruction and really load up the handcart - I'll grab four or five drinks, four or five bags of chips, and a candy bar or two for good measure.  This lasts me the rest of the day.

This behaviour has got to stop!  I know I'm unhappy at work.  But what I need to realize is that if I can make myself healthier, I'll BE happier regardless of my situation.  I'll be able to breathe and move better, I won't be as tired, I'll be willing to get up off my arse and DO things... it'll pay for itself in a myriad of ways.

So here's the goal.  In September, I'm hoping to go to the beach on vacation.  (It'll be mine and Kelly's seventh wedding anniversary.)  I've got five months between now and then.  At a conservative estimate, I could lose a pound a week if I put my mind to it - that's four pounds per month, or 20 pounds total.  If I really try, I could easily lose 2 pounds per week at my weight, and still be healthy.  That'd double my losses to 40 pounds total.

I'm shooting for 40 pounds between now and September 8.