Gents - this challenge was a blast! We had so many transformation and turning-point stories shared, and every single one was inspiring in its own way. Seeing you guys show up, reflect, and take action is exactly what this community is about. Now… for the winner 🥁🥁🥁 🏆 WINNER: @Sean Kavanaugh Sean’s turning point started with years of feeling limited by his size — wearing looser clothes to hide, tailoring only for length, and cycling through “progress… then back to old habits.” Then life changed the trajectory. He stepped into a new chapter, started carrying himself differently, and eventually hit the real wake-up call: About 18 months ago, he woke up with his knees hurting and decided, “Enough is enough.” He committed to keto and consistent workouts — and that kickstarted not just weight loss, but a complete style evolution. What changed for Sean: - He’s down 75 pounds, with another 15–20 to go - Fit became the priority — not “whatever works,” but “what actually looks sharp” - He rebuilt his wardrobe intelligently (thrift + resale + tailoring) as his body changed - He leveled up so much that in December he bought an off-the-rack suit that only needed a hem — not a full reconstruction And the best part? He didn’t keep it to himself. He posts consistently, tracks his progress, and credits the community for helping him feel more confident in who he is — and where he’s going. @Sean Kavanaugh — we're proud of you! Everyone else: keep those stories coming in the community feed. This is how we build momentum — one decision, one upgrade, one win at a time!

I am wearing a charcoal Orvis waist coat and a purple Brooks Brothers tie.

This is my version of "Casual". meaning adding Denim into the outfit for the day at hand. As the impending storm is getting ready to arrive over the weekend and I start some long work travel coming up next week, I've got a lot of things to catch up on outside of the office to prepare for the travel. So, I've going to be a bit more casual in case I get "Dirty" in some of the tasks at hand today. OOTD: Oatmeal 1/4 zip Blue Dress shirt Charcoal Grey Denim Charcoal Grey/Blue Shadow Strip OTC socks Brown Suede Chelsea Boots with matching belt WOTD: Timex 'Snoopy Pilot Watch". X-mas gift from my son. SOTD: Guerlain - Santal Royal EDP Hope you all have a great Friday and those of you who are in the path of this big storm. Stay warm and safe!!🙏

Definitely a RMRS scrapbook item. (Click to open for punchline) Have a wonderful Friday. For those of you in the path of the winter storm, stay warm and safe.

Yesterday I buried my mother, she was 84 years old and had been sick for a while. It was expected, but still a shock when it happened. I'm not there yet, but I know it will hit me. The grief! The sorrow! And being me (I'm a list-and-plans guy), this is me trying to find a way through it all. I write this for me, but maybe it can help others. I believe grief is not a problem to be solved. It is a landscape you are suddenly forced to live in, one that looks different every day. When a mother dies, the loss cuts deeper than the absence of a person; it is the loss of an anchor, a witness to your life, a voice that knew your name before anyone else did. Grief, in this sense, is not only sorrow—it is love with nowhere to go. Working in a hospital, I've learned that one of the hardest truths about grief is that it does not move in a straight line. It arrives in waves. Some days are quiet and manageable; others feel unbearable for reasons you cannot explain. A smell, a phrase, a moment of silence can bring the weight back instantly. This unpredictability can make people feel broken, as if they are “doing grief wrong.” But grief’s inconsistency is not a failure—it is evidence that the bond mattered. Sorrow often brings guilt alongside pain. Guilt for words unsaid, for moments of impatience, for not having loved “well enough.” The mind replays scenes, searching for alternate endings. Yet this is a cruel illusion. Relationships are lived forward, not perfected in hindsight. Love is not measured by flawlessness, but by presence over time. Imperfect love is still real love. Grief also isolates. Others may want to help but feel unsure how; some disappear altogether. Society is uncomfortable with deep sorrow and often rushes toward solutions: “Be strong,” “She wouldn’t want you to be sad,” “Time heals.” These phrases, though well-intended, can feel like erasure. Grief does not need to be fixed. It needs to be witnessed. Sometimes the bravest thing is allowing yourself to say, honestly, “This hurts, and I am not okay.”