Since I started this project on February 20th of 2016, prior to this week I had only missed a total of six days in more than seven months. Them's pretty good numbers. Even an actual, literal hurricane did not cause me to miss a day. Sadly, this week I missed three consecutive days due to an annual planning meeting for work. This past Tuesday I totally should not have missed, I just didn't get out of bed early enough. That night I flew to Texas, spent all day Wednesay and Thursday in meetings and team building events, and then flew home late last night. This morning I finally got back on the treadmill and started watching a new story. So now my tally is missing 9 days out of 224. Still not so bad from a commitment standpoint.

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.

You know what I love about Doctor Who? Smack in the middle of a very serious and intense story about the brutality of war and the horror of genocide, you get a scene in which Harry Sullivan is very nearly eaten by a giant carnivorous cave clam. Fortunately the Doctor was able to rescue him with a belaying pin. In other news, I once again went over four miles today on the treadmill - that's two days running, and feeling good.

Anyway, let's talk about the non-clam-related aspects of today's viewing.

I sometimes marvel at how adept the human brain is at forming connections where none exist, converting coincidence to prescience. Case in point: Today I ended my treadmill session with a cumulative distance walked since the start of this project of 666 miles; this, on the same day I started watching the story that details the birth of the most evil entities in the history of the universe, the Daleks. Seriously. I think that David S. Pumpkins would agree that this is downright spooky.

On a less foreboding note, today I walked further than ever before in a single 55-minute session -- I passed the four mile mark for the first time ever. I also weighed in at my lowest weight since I started this project. What I'm saying is, I'm not gonna let a bunch of Space Nazis get me down, because life is awesome.

Even so, let's talk about those Space Nazis.