It's liver Friday! OK, so I'm developing a day schema that's kicking off for The 38th Expedition:

• fat focus SUNDAY
• fish MONDAY
• "nothing! absolutely nothing! you're so stupid!" TUESDAY
• fat focus WEDNESDAY
• fish THURSDAY
• liver FRIDAY
• steak SATURDAY

Before the bustle of the day, the environment was around 50℉ with 60% humidity at the 6 AM hour. How my heart yearned to move in and around the University of Memphis campus again!

Movement is important, of course; dreaming is critical. That's what I do when I go for my long walks, imagine a world to be, a futurescape.

I have not moved in The 37th Expedition—just one walking day and one lifting session. That was it! My take? On Sunday, I'll weigh in and find that I lost 4.5% and miss out on how daily training gives me an additional 1%. Thus, I don't get that extra 2¼ lbs and I don't hit that target of 215.

But, it ain't Sunday yet! Since about the start of November, I have lost about 60 lbs because I see butter and "With a rebel yell, (I cry), 'More, more, more,' wow!" While unlikely, it is possible I could be sub-200 lbs by next month's Memorial Day.

Yesterday, I packed away the clothes I wore at the start of this adventure. They fit some other guy. Admittedly, I felt nostalgic when I grabbed my pullover that protected me in all of those 20-something mornings in walks to Starbucks and my old Piggly Wiggly, chasing the ghosts of my past down forgotten roads.