March started off a lot better then February ended and April I finally hit that ugly diet word, plateau. End of March it seemed I had things going in the right direction. First week of April I lost 3.6 lbs and felt confident I would be in the 250's in just a few weeks. Last time I weighed 261 lbs was 1996 which is the year I graduated high school and started my first freshman year at NKU. I didn't get a great week of exercise but still managed 184 mins and the scale showed 0. It wasn't a gain and at this point I have lost almost 80 lbs. Next week little more exercise and a .6 lb gain. I had a bad feeling I have finally hit that proverbial wall. Week 26 I entered the 260's and week 38 I'm still there. Thing is, I knew this would happen. This wasn't a big, "WTF" moment at all. I am still proud of the 75+ lbs I've lost at this point and knew I just needed to change things up. I've already been walking since day 1 and with the wife in school couldn't afford a gym membership yet. Since I played football/basketball/track at this weight, I figured lets start to jog some. I read upping the intensity of workouts helps break the plateau, so around week 33 I did just that. Very little at first but each week added more. I knew I needed to get used to this and going out full bore jogging would have just led to an injury.