One fat geek's SUCCESSFUL attempt to regenerate into a not-so-fat geek by watching the entirety of Doctor Who while walking on a treadmill

So then this hurricane happened...

So then this hurricane happened...

Don't Bury the Lede - Part 1: Today I took my five millionth step since starting this ridiculous project. How cool is that?!?

Don't Bury the Lede - Part 2: Today I crossed back below 30 lbs lost for the first time since the spring of 2017. How crappy is that?!?

There's just no tiptoeing around this, I am extremely frustrated with myself. I lost focus over a year ago, not coincidentally around the time I actually completed viewing the main series and started in on the spinoffs. Since then I have had a few false starts at making forward progress again, but then something happens and a slide backwards even further. I am honestly terrified that in a few more months I will end up right back where I started. I just can't allow that to happen. The past month has been particularly daunting, in that I was away from home for nearly three weeks, and then not long after I got home we had an incoming hurricane. For the better part of a week it seemed like Dorian was headed directly for us, before it took its right-hand turn and walked up the coast instead. We were thankfully spared any impacts here, although parts of the Bahamas were devastated and I feel awful about that.

The Planet of Doctor Moreau

The Planet of Doctor Moreau

Usually my post titles are quotes of dialog from whatever show I watched that day, but this one demanded the obvious H.G. Wells reference. I'll get to that in a bit. I also just noticed that for all of my up and down, this is the third August in a row where I have been within ten pounds of my current weight. Two years ago I was firmly on my way down. Last year I was inching back up. This year I am fighting valiantly to turn it back around. But here I am again. On the one hand it is a bit frustrating, but on the other hand it is kind of reassuring. Kind of. I unintentionally missed two days, on Friday and Saturday. The first because of an unplanned childcare issue that disrupted my morning, and the second because I spent the morning doing the yardwork that I had missed from three weeks of traveling for work. I figured it counted as a workout. But I was back at it again today, so here we go.

If I'm wrong, you can say "I told you so." Provided you speak loudly and quickly.

If I'm wrong, you can say

After taking nearly three weeks off due to work travel, this week I have been easing back into it. I started out back at 3mph on the treadmill and have been inching it up each day. Today I got back above 7k steps and 3 miles for the ifrst time since starting back, and that felt really nice. As for my weight, this is one of those days where the trend lines still look awful but the daily number was very good. My five day moving average will go up again tomorrow, but that will also mark the point where the number is accurate since it will have five days of true data. I fully expect the movement to go back downward on Saturday. Most importantly, I am a full five pounds lighter today than I was on Monday. Normally I would say that is too much -- in my (unprofessional) experience, about two pounds per week give-or-take is a healthy and sustainable amount to lose. But it is also my experience that when you first start working out after weeks of inactivity, your body responds by dropping a bun ...

I told you to stand by, not lie down

I told you to stand by, not lie down

Eighty push-ups today! Granted, I broke early on in the final set, so I am not ready to increase yet. But still, I completed eighty push-ups in five sets of sixteen, and that's not nothing. It is also my fourteenth wedding anniversary, and my wife and I are running away tonight for a short getaway. I don't expect to work out tomorrow. For today, though, I spent some more quality time with Blake's 7.

What's the matter? Did I bleed on the wrong bit of floor?

What's the matter? Did I bleed on the wrong bit of floor?

Huge victory today, on two fronts. First of all, my weight trend finally flipped back in the right direction again. It remains frustrating, but at least it is getting better and not worse. I'll take what I can get. More importantly, today I upped the push-ups to 75. I expected to struggle with it, but I actually managed to complete the five sets without breaking form on my first day at this level. That means that on Tuesday I will jump to 80. I will be back up to a hundred, I think, by August. How cool is that.

Also, today I watched what was easily the best episode of Blake's 7 I have seen to date...

Holy Crap, Colin Baker!!

Holy Crap, Colin Baker!!

Ugh. Just... ugh.  I felt like crap yesterday, didn't even work out. I really didn't feel like working out today either, but I forced myself to get it done over lunch. The only good news is that I actually did 70 push-ups without breaking form. That is up from 65 on Tuesday. I expected it to take at least two days to make it through all five sets of 14 without breaking, so I was very pleasantly surprised. This means that on Sunday I will take it up to 75. I am still weeks away from getting all the way back up to 100, but I am on the right track. So that's all fantastic. On the downside, the combination of being sick and missing a day means, of course, that my weight trended back upwards. That is, to put it mildly, frustrating. I keep telling myself that I actually feel great (which I do), and that I deliberately never had any weight target for this ridiculous project (which is true), but it doesn't make it any less frustrating. I feel completely hung up in the low 270's, and that is particularly galling since I originally blasted right through this number nearly two years ago. All I can do is keep going back to my fundamentals, and keep trying to focus more on how I feel physically and less on what number is on the scale. It ain't easy, though.

And then there was today's Blake's 7...

When you live on the permanent dark side of a planet, no-one cares too much what you look like

When you live on the permanent dark side of a planet, no-one cares too much what you look like

This is gonna be quick, I'm playing catch-up. It was a good workout, with a hundred sit-ups and then over 7,200 steps on the treadmill. My weight continues to be frustrating, being as I have bounced back up over 270. So...  crap. Blah blah blah emotional bear trap.

So I'm not gonna think about it, and move on to Blake's 7.

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