And the winner is....

Well, the big first weigh in happened tonight. I stripped down to my skivvies to give me the most bang for my buck and hopped on the scale. It was just like The Biggest Loser. The scale flashed a bunch of times just to heighten the anticipation. I waited and waited and hoped for a giant sized number. You know, like 20 or 30 pounds. I mean, my pants didn't fit differently and I didn't feel like I was a lighter person, but sometimes it comes as a surprise. I mean those people on TV always seem shocked when they lose abnormally large amounts of weight. So why couldn't I be pleasantly surprised? This was all going through my head as those stupid 0s flashed on the scale.

Then it hit. The big number. And by big I mean BIG. I didn't lose weight. Instead I gained a fricking pound. One pound! I went from 251.2 to 252.2 exactly. So I thought (and the youngins should divert their eyes and ears) I would help lose some weight and I squatted on the pot. I proudly hopped back on the scale only to find the numbers read 252.4!! I gained weight somehow. Naturally I blamed the scale and thought it was a miscalculation (and still think it is), but then I realized that it is just my body getting even with me for torturing it with all this time in the gym. I wish I was a girl so I could blame it on water retention for the monthly visit from Flo.

So the plan must change, my friends. I really wanted to get discouraged and just give up, but then I realized that I have to do this. I am doing this for me. The real reason I want to run this marathon and get into shape is because I need to. I need to defeat this. I have battled my weight and my perception of my weight for a long time (most of my life) and I want to be able to defeat this monster. I want to be able to conquer my aversion to exercise and running. So I will get back on the wagon tomorrow. I will change some things around and drop some weight.

My plan of attack this week is to do more cardio. I am doing somewhere between 20 and 30 minutes a day and running about 2.5-3 miles. I want to up that to about 30-40 minutes. The whole muscle weighs more than fat argument must be squelched. I am going to try more reps with less weight. This may even help my hygiene because I will be able to lift my arms high enough to apply the deodorant.

The next battle is the food. The doctor says that food reacts to the brain's chemistry like heroin and it wants more and more. I can attest to this. I don't know how to eat just a little. I always eat a lot. I pound the food and search for more. For example, tonight, I ate two 6 inch subs (chad only ate 1) and then I sat down and ate two oranges right away. I mean in my mind I thought, subway "eat fresh" is healthy, so why not eat more because I can afford it calorie-wise. And same with the oranges. Who doesn't think oranges are healthy?

Chad informed me that I should stop drinking soda. Now, I have been drinking diet soda for about 6 years. When I say I drink soda, I mean I DRINK soda. I consume so much soda it isn't even funny. A case of soda (24 pack) lasts me a week. Plus, I typically stop at a 7-11 and get a 44 oz at least once a week. I can't help it. It is the nectar of the gods. I don't know if I can stop. I don't know if I want to stop. Its my addiction, I will admit it. If I don't have my soda everyday I get cranky. One might say its the caffeine, but I also consume a 32 oz Diet Rockstar with a crapload of caffeine every day so i know it isn't that. Its the pure sweetness that is diet pepsi. So we will go rounds about this one, and I am not sure who will win, but I think it is going to have to involve a slowdown at least. It will start with baby steps. I am going to only take one to work tomorrow instead of 2. But I still might need to stop for the fountain pepsi at 7-11...Its just so hard to decide.

For now, I will sleep and dream of weight loss.

Dr. Travis