Weigh In Times Dos

Remember in elementary school when the fat kids would always come in from recess with a soaking wet neck from working hard outside playing tag or whatever? Yeah that was me after tonight's last chance workout.

I decided it was time. I have been talking about it for awhile now and decided to put words into action. I stared it down from across the gym. I passed by the Elliptical machines to give a sigh and a goodbye and walked to the elusive and overwhelmingly frightful treadmills. I must admit it took awhile to figure out just how to get the damn thing to turn on. Its a lot easier on the other machines - you just start walking and hit the big green "START" button. Oooh no, not on these behemoths. I have to actually press a bunch of buttons, answer a ton of ridiculously personal questions like my age and weight. I am surprised it didn't ask me for a blood sample or something. I mean, I usually don't give out that kind of information until the second date. But I caved because I just wanted the thing to start working. I started out slow - walking slowly, then quicker and finally pushed it to 6.2 mph. Yeah, that was rough.

I took some solace in the fact that The Biggest Loser was on and they were doing the weigh in. Inspiration? I think so. I pumped it up and started to run, and run, and run. By the time I thought I was going to drop dead, I realized they had only weighed in one couple! Damn it all, it had only taken about 45 seconds for me to wish I was dead. Realizing its much to pathetic to just run for 45 seconds, I pushed it for another 15 before feeling like the world was crashing in on me. I rested by walking for about 5 minutes to regain my composure before starting the brutality all over again. It seems to be a common theme here, but I was again shaking my fists at the heavens and weeping and gnashing my teeth. I am sure those at the gym think I am insane - but they clearly have never worked out like this before. I was able to finally make it up to 2 minutes of pure running. The sweat was thick on my neck and back. If the treadmill pad was stationary, I am sure that it would have run into my socks. After 30 minutes, I was done. I figure I had run about 10 of it. Thats a good first step, right?

I attempted weights but quickly gave up. Thats ridiculous, I told myself. I deserve a rest. I mean I was experiencing some serious tunnel vision and my legs were almost bending backwards I was so exhausted.

We got home and I was ready for the weigh in. Now, mind you, about an hour and a half earlier, I had eaten a significant number of my daily calories. AND I consumed about a gallon of water to rehydrate myself since somehow most of my fluids ended up on the outside of my body. SO, while I did the obligatory weigh in, both Chad and I agreed that we would do a more official weigh in tomorrow morning. But for the numbers: Last week I weighed in at 252.2 (everyone gasp deeply and rip your clothes. If you have oil, I suggest you pour it on your head now). This week, I weighed........

249.2. Thats a pound weight loss! Because they break it down on the show - thats a .98% weight loss. Again, please, no applause - thank you thank you - tomorrow will be a more accurate and official weight loss with hopefully everything processed in the digestive system and I have mictrated appropriately.

Thank you all for your comments, they keep me motivated and inspire me to not give up because I have followers.

For tonight - take a shower: you stink!

Dr. Travis