Third day without a workout. But my planning trip for my day job went well. Tomorrow: The Pyramids of Mars.

Second day in a row of no treadmill and no Doctor Who, due to a business trip. I am adrift.

Well. I missed my workout this morning, and now I have missed my window. I am in a meeting all day, I fly to Texas this evening and won't get to my hotel until midnight. There is literally nowhere else I can wedge in an hour today to work out. I'm kinda bummed about that.

This is a crazy week for me, and these entries are all going to be short. In fact, the odds are very good that I am going to miss Wednesday and Thursday completely (which by extension means I am going to get halfway through Pyramids of Mars tomorrow and then have to wait three days to see the conclusion). But before I get to Mars I have to finish up with Zeta Minor. So let's talk about that.

This is going to be another brief one. My workout this morning was not exactly awesome, although better than a couple days ago. I stumbled my way through it, and that's the best I can say. Two months ago I felt like I was in a fruitless running battle to get below 270 and stay there; this month I feel like that battle has advanced ten notches to the 260 mark. Rationally, I know that the round numbers are more prone to fixate upon, and I also know that even if I never lost another pound I would be perfectly happy with how I look and feel as compared to seven months ago. But my competitive nature just isn't satisfied yet, more's the pity. In any case, I staggered my way through the first half of a new story.

Let's talk about that.

Yesterday was a miserable day. I mean, not nearly as miserable as the time a year ago that I had a severe bout of diverticulitis and ended up in the hospital, but still pretty miserable. I spent most of the day with a roaring headache, which I am sure that my (admittedly lethargic) workout did not help. Although I succeeded in what ching the first half of Terror of the Zygons it was mostly at a stumbling stroll and I barely walked 2 1/2 miles. Today was much better, though, I was back up to just one notch below my top speed and clocked in at just over four miles while finishing the story.

Let's talk about that.

I watched the first half of Terror of the Zygons. I have a headache. I am going to bed.

Let's barely talk about it.

I somehow managed to up my speed again a notch today, and set a new record for the number of steps and distance in one session. So that's pretty cool. I had a fantasy that today would be the day I finally hit the fifty pound mark for total weight lost, but alas that was not to be. How tragic. It's ok, though, I'll get there. Today's viewing was the second half of Revenge of the Cybermen and it was pretty nifty.

Today marks the seven month anniversary of the day I started this ridiculous project. In that time I have walked 678.23 miles on the treadmill while taking 1,367,292 steps, watching 400 episodes and 78 stories of Doctor Who, and losing 47.84 pounds in weight. I did not realize until I started typing this out that today marked my 400th episode viewed. How cool is that? I was feeling a little bit frustrated that I have only lost 5 pounds in the last month, until I looked at last month's checkin and remembered that the previous month I had only lost 2 1/2 pounds. So by that measure, this month has been twice as successful as the one before. Also this month, I had to go through my entire wardrobe and pull out a huge stack of pants and shorts to stop wearing. Anything with a 46" or 44" waist was yanked, leaving me with only 42" items. In fact, I had to go shopping for two new pairs of jeans, because I had no decent ones left that didn't look like clown clothes on ...

Today marked three consecutive days of breaking four miles on my treadmill session. Barely. I had a fantasy that it would also be the day I finally hit the 50 lbs lost mark, but alas that was not to be. Maybe tomorrow. At this point I am walking at 4.4 miles per hour, in a few more days I will try bumping up to 4.5. Apparently the crossover point between walking and jogging happens somewhere around 5 miles per hour. By the time I hit the Fifth Doctor I expect to be jogging for at least some portion of my workout every day, which is a daunting thought.

Speaking of daunting thoughts, today's viewing came to the dramatic crux of the entire story - "...if someone who knew the future pointed out a child to you and told you that that child would grow up totally evil, to be a ruthless dictator who would destroy millions of lives, could you then kill that child?"

Let's talk about that.