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

You just think I'm nice or sensible, but really it's war. I'm always at war.

You just think I'm nice or sensible, but really it's war. I'm always at war.

I took Monday off from working out, mostly by accident. I had intended to get on the treadmill over lunch but then got pulled away and was never able to make up the time. Tuesday, on the other hand, I tried Hot Yoga for the first time in several years. I gotta tell ya, an hour on the treadmill? No problem. An hour of hot yoga? Holy cow that kicks my butt. Needless to say, I am going back again tomorrow for another session. In the meantime, I watched the third episode of Class today.

Do you honestly think that nothing else will get pooped out through the bunghole of time?

Do you honestly think that nothing else will get pooped out through the bunghole of time?

Man, watching your daily numbers will drive you insane. Normal people have normal daily fluctuations in weight, which is why it any sane person only steps on the scale occasionally. Naturally, I step on the scale every single day and then plot the result on a public chart on the open internet, because I am a moron. The good news: the daily fluctuation was in my favor today. So that was nice. And now I am going to think about Doctor Who instead.

you're not nice, you're kind. There's a difference. Kind is better.

you're not nice, you're kind. There's a difference. Kind is better.

I am so, so frustrated right now. Although I missed a bunch of workouts early on with K9, I have really been much more consistent for the past week. Even so, my weight just seems to keep going up and up and up. I know, I know, I swore this ridiculous project was not about weight, but that's really easy to say when you are on the free fall slope of the graph and way harder to say when you are on the upward slope. I really think I have hit the point where I need to start varying my workout significantly. I have been doing the treadmill thing for dang near two years, and it is absolutely time to start changing things up. The good news is I am roughly three weeks away from completely running out of unwatched officially-licensed Doctor Who related stories. I have some obscura to delve into after that, not to mention rewatches of older stories as the new BluRay seasons come out, but I think by the time I hit the two year mark on February 20th I will basically be done with this project as a daily thing. It's time to start breaking out my bike and my inline skates, and to maybe take another look at yoga, and to just generally change things up. That being said, today I started the last of the official spinoff programs, Class. I have really been looking forward to it, which is kind of why I saved it to the end. Here goes...

All I Got From It Was Déjà Vu, And All I Got From It Was Déjà Vu

All I Got From It Was Déjà Vu, And All I Got From It Was Déjà Vu

We had a heck of a storm this morning, let me tell you. I mean, it was not a hurricane or anything, but it was the heaviest rainfall I can remember in quite a while. I almost used it as an excuse to skip the treadmill, but then I reminded myself that the sooner I got it done the sooner I would never have to watch K9 again. You know what's really tragic, though? Here in the penultimate episodes the series is finally stringing together some good stories.

Ten Thousand Push-Ups

Ten Thousand Push-Ups

This ridiculous project has had a fair amount of ups and downs. The first year was pretty much a consistent free-fall in weight, and then I added strength training. I can't with a straight face look at that graph over there to the right and claim the entire bounce-back has been from building muscle mass, but at the same time I don't feel at all bad about finding a balance between how much I want to work out and how much and what I want to eat. I am not training to be an athlete, I just want to feel better than I used to. I have accomplished that in spades. Case in point: as of this morning I have now done a cumulative ten thousand push-ups. When I started I could barely do three. Now pretty much at any time I could drop and do twenty without breaking a sweat, and I consistently do a hundred (in five sets of twenty) during every other workout. I am damn proud of that, especially as a middle-aged guy over fifty with no sports experience. I got me some guns!

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