My big kids knew me as their BIG, loving Dad. 21 and 18 years of Fat Daddy. Seeing me taking control is more than they can grasp right now. But once they see me more active, fitter, healthier, happier, they will soon change their view of Dad. I need to lead by example....if not, I risk my little guy taking the wrong path and relying on my hand me down sleep apnea machine.

NO WAY MAN!

Less than six weeks ago, I looked for the closest hotel I could find to the Smoking Pig Barbeque in Valdosta, Georgia. Tonight, we're out of town, enjoying my daughter's UVa college field hockey team kick ass on opening day AND........BIg Sexy is Big Happy because our hotel is within two hundred yards of a brand new Whole Foods and a Golds Gym.

Who'd a thunk it?

28 days my ass. This was a piece of vegan cake. I'm just taking off and haven't even gotten off the ground yet. This is just the first of many steps to getting my shit together.

And I am not alone....beyond the great support from so many....it's time to give props to My Wagoneers. I have heard from most of you and am psyched that you're all feeling as great as I am. We are a machine....a kick ass freakin' machine.

Congratulations to all who are about to win the 28 Day Challenge...thank you for doing this with me...thank you for the synergy that made us bulletproof.


We're breaking the cycle baby, 12 Wagoneers at a time.

AND TO ALL OF YOU, VEGAN OR NOT, PRAYERS FOR ALL THAT YOU STAY DRY AND SAFE THROUGH THE HURRICANE.

Onward and downward.