Saturday should never involve early mornings.

Day 4. It is a dark, dark day in the neighborhood, folks. I was forced out of bed in a way that can only be described as malicious and violent. The alarm erupted at 6:45 am on a Saturday morning. Now, it barely operates this early on the weekdays when I am supposed to be at work at 7am, so how I am being forced to get up this early on my day off, I will never understand.

Alas, it began. We went to yet another gym that is in our gym's network. I must say this is probably my favorite part of the gym at this point - 4 workouts at 4 different gyms. I plan to try to hit up the last 3 at some point too. This gym is on the "nice" part of town which means we get a nicer group of individuals to look at. And the equipment seemed to be a little nicer as well.

I am not gonna lie when I tell you that I didn't think it was going to be humanly possible for me to get up on the elliptical machine. After last night's workout, which I didn't think was possible either, I really felt like my body was going to protest - and I mean all out picketing-and-screaming-union-esque protesting - but somehow it was as if my body was like, "sure, what the hell, lets roll with it." I was pretty pissed at the fact that my body proved to be a treasonous ass.

So here I am, on this luxurious elliptical machine and I slip into an alternate universe. I thought for sure I could make the 25 minute mark. Yeah, that didn't happen. At the 7 minute mark, I was pretty convinced that time had slowed. By 13 minutes I found myself bargaining with God, or anyone, to make it all stop. It was as if I was making my way through Kubler-Ross' stages of grief. Of course, its fitting since I was grieving the loss of my precious sleep. 20 minutes passed and I gave up. I was done. There was no way I was going to give that machine another 5 minutes of my life. On the bright side though, with just 4 days under my belt, I am already noticing my moobs aren't bouncing as much when i walk - definitely a plus. I was about ready to post the color of my bra on facebook.

It was also legs day. Why one needs to work out his/her legs after already running for 20 minutes is beyond me, but I digress. The burning of every muscle in my lower body seems unnatural and inhuman. how does a muscle do that? I don't get it. But there is something about that burning that is addicting. It makes me want to keep going. Even as I am sitting here on the couch typing feeling every muscle in my body hurting and screaming, I am enjoying it. And, even better, I may of had to get up at the ass-crack of dawn on my day off, but its only 9:30 and I already feel like i have accomplished a lot. How great is that! And even better, the bed is going to be calling my name soon for a nice nap.

Only a few more days until the big weigh in. I certainly hope this whole thing pays off.

Now its off to eat some food. Apparently there is a "window" after working out to eat - according to Chad.

Dr. Travis