There came a time at the beginning of the year that when I looked into the mirror I saw a guy I didn’t recognize looking back at me with his chipmunk cheeks and no neck. After realizing it was in fact me, and that I was more the perfect weight for a 6’7” offensive lineman rather than a 54-year-old who sits at a news desk most of his day, I decided I needed to do something before looking more like Jabba the Hutt. I understand there are few things more uninteresting than someone else’s “weight loss journey,” but, on the other hand, I’m able to take a lighthearted approach that had a somewhat steady and positive result.