I totally kicked its ass!

Well, after two days of laying on my fat ass, we went to the gym. Now, if you will flash back to the last update you might be scratching your head as to how it all adds up to two days off since it was only last Friday that you found me on the couch typing to all you dedicated souls while sipping a glass of wine. In that said update, I declared that night to be a night of rest. However, after I posted, we had a discussion about what to eat and since we couldn't decide, we decided to simply go to the gym instead. If you are wondering how that decision was made, you will be sad to learn I do not even understand it. But we went, and then took the next two days off.

But, lets be serious, I didn't spend the entire time laying around. On Sunday we actually drove all the way up to Monterey and enjoyed the town that Steinbeck spoke so highly of. Well, actually, we drove through Salinas, where the Steinbeck museum is, on our way to Monterey where Cannery Row is. It was so exciting to see all of the history....but I am distracting myself from the task at hand. The gym.

I almost allowed a small wound - namely the near loss of my pinkie finger in a scary pico de gallo experience - to sway me from going to the gym again, but I stood on the highest mountain and cried, "HELL NO I WILL GO!" I superglued the finger shut (yes I know its not a very gay-esque thing to do, but whatever, desperate times, folks, desperate times) and changed clothes and marched myself over to the gym. I must admit that I still look at those stupid machines and shake my fists at the heavens wondering why someone would create them to abuse us fat souls. But I hopped on the Elliptical machine and began pedaling. Tonight, it was hard. It was really hard because on the three tvs in front of me I was forced to watch 3 (!) different basketball games. They really should plan that better. How can one successfully watch all these games at the same time? Thankfully, I hate sports so I didn't care if I missed one. But I was rather pissed that there was nothing else on. I mean it was 7:00 pm, that means on one channel we could have enjoyed Jeopardy. And I am fairly certain someone could have blessed me with some Keith Olbermann at some point. Since there was nothing entertaining to distract me I stared at the numbers on the machine. How is that no matter how fast I pedal, the number of calories burned never speeds up? Its much like the timer I guess. You can't speed up time or calories burned.

So the final tally when the end of one game of basketball ended and I refused to start another one, was 40 minutes and 4.5 miles! Plus I burned 450 calories. Now, I am going to inflate that number because I was sweating like a pig up on that machine, so lets just round up to 500 calories. Thats a lot! Especially since I only consumed 820 calories before I went to the gym.

Then I decided to torture my legs a bit more by doing some leg presses and donkey dips or whatever the hell they are called. I am hesitant to call it fun, since, well, it wasn't. But it happened. Low weight, lots of reps. Tone that body!!!

Tune in tomorrow for yet another episode. Thats right! Two in a row! But thats only because I have my last chance workout tomorrow followed by my weigh in. Lets cross our fingers and hope that I can actually lose weight this time. And, no, I don't need an inspirational talk about how muscle weighs more than fat. I don't care. I just want it all off!

Dr. Travis