It is that time again

Well, as it happens every 7 days, it is Wednesday. That means it is weigh in time. Now, if you have been following this blog for the past several weeks, you will remember that this is usually a difficult day for me. It is full of ups and downs, yells, tears and sometimes gnashing of teeth. So I am sure you all wait with baited breath for me to post to either share in my joy or laugh and point at my despair. Its all good though, I mean we all like to laugh at the fatsos of the world. At least I can admit it.

Before we get to the actual weigh in, because, you know, this is what they do with all the shows - heighten the anticipation. So, we go to this nice gym. Its great. The particular one we go to though, is like going through a gauntlet to get in. By gauntlet, I mean it has a left hand turn in order to get into the parking lot. Two weeks ago, I was driving in and my contact decided it didn't want to play with my eye ball anymore. So mid-drive I had to take it out. When you have only one contact in, typically you lose some depth perception. I experienced this. As we waited for the turn signal to turn green, I was having some difficulties. It turned green and I went. Suddenly, there was a huge bump and a gutteral scream from the car. I had hit the nice little median that somehow is about 3 feet high (well more like a foot or so, but still, its abnormally high). We got to the parking spot and I was already sweating - I like to think I burned a few extra calories with that one - and noticed that I had nicely shaved off a portion of the under body paint. Alas, I dealt with it. Well tonight, same spot, same situation (minus the contact problem) and I hit the damn thing again. This time it was more towards the back end of the car so I didn't do nearly as much damage, if any at all. All of this is to say that I am pretty convinced that this is a very prominent sign that someone does not want me to go to the gym!

Okay, on to the real deal stuff tonight. I worked out last night pretty hard core. I mean, I ran for awhile. Chad decided he was too much of a wimp to participate, so I went alone. Ha! I got one on him! I have my running up to a steady 10 minutes of running before I drop down to a walk. I am pretty stoked about that. I didn't do any weights or anything, but I am pretty sure that I ran about 20 of the 30 minutes I was on that stupid machine. I was thankful that I was there just in time for The Biggest Loser weigh in. Thats really all I am interested in these days anyway. I ran as much as I could and was sweating like crazy.

This morning I woke up and did my biznass before getting on the scale. Those damn zeros kept flashing for an eternity, much like it probably feels reading this blog trying to get to the big number. Finally it flashed: 245.8. Thats right, you read it correctly, another 3 pounds lost. I am down 7 pounds from my first weigh in where I gained a pound. Its coming off people. Be ready, I am planning on selling all the fat I lose on ebay. It will be very reminicent of the wagon full of fat that Oprah carted on her stage back in the late 80s or early 90s one of the first times she lost the weight. I am stacking my pounds like Chad likes to stack his dollars.

I am getting more and more motivation as I go along. It actually gets to the point where it kinda feels good to sweat that much. I actually found myself smiling the other day. Now, don't wet your pants just yet, part of it was because I was listening to a very enjoyable song - Ke$ha's Tik Tok - and I was right in rhythm with the beat so I was stoked. Tonight I was actually able to get up to 11 minutes straight running. I was watching the State of the Union address and was trying to convince myself that I could run for as long as the address, but clearly, after those 11 minutes I remembered that Obama is quite the talker and can go on forever. In fact, when we left the gym, the speech was still going on, so that was not quite an attainable goal.

Here's to making it to 12 minutes tomorrow!

Dr. Travis