When I started this ridiculous project on February 20th of last year, I deliberately didn't calculate how long it would take. I guessed a little over a year, and it turns out to be more like a year and a half. Today, though, I hit a huge milestone. Today I watched the 50th Anniversary special, meaning that as of this morning I have watched a full fifty years of Doctor Who in four hundred and ninety four days. Wow. With only one Eleventh Doctor story left, I only have the Twelfth Doctor era left to go through. I just double-checked my count, and I must have missed something the last time I worked it out. I need to finish by Monday, August 6th because I have a work trip that begins on the 7th and I want to have a clean break. But I just counted it out,and if I miss no days and watch one episode per day I won't finish until August 8th. That means I have to double up on at least two days. It looks like Under the Lake / Before the Flood would be a good double fallin ...

It's Christmas again already. Lately it seems like every other Thursday is Christmas. The best present came early, though, with the first (very brief) multi-Doctor story of the modern era.

So let's talk about that.

Wow, forty days went by quickly. Considering I spent over two months each with the First, Second, and Third Doctors, and a full three months with the Fourth, it seems like Five came and went at blinding speed. It will only get worse from here, Six should only take me about three weeks. In any case, as of this morning I have finished the Peter Davison era and am now tumbling into Colin Baker's. I also woke up fat this morning, which was a bit frustrating, so it seems like getting below 240 is going to be a real battle. Which I guess is fine, but I have become just competitive enough to want to cross that next milestone.  Time will tell.

So let's talk about Peter Davison's last day as the Doctor.

Look, I'll be honest - I have had a very long evening, I'm tired, and I want to go to bed. Long story, blah blah, the end result is everything is fine. But I can't go to bed without making my daily post, so let's talk about the first half of the last Fifth Doctor story.

Today was a fun and productive day. I did my workout, did my yard work (I will never get used to the fact that in Florida you still have to mow your lawn in January), I finished some other projects around the house, and I got to spend a nice afternoon drive out with my wife. So, a good day all around. Even today's viewing was pretty dang good.

So let's talk about that.

Today marks the eleven month anniversary of the day I started this ridiculous project. In that time I have walked 1,119.57 miles on the treadmill while taking 2,180,619 steps, watching 617 episodes and 133 stories of Doctor Who, and losing 62.38 pounds in weight. That's a little over two pounds since last month, which on the face of it doesn't seem that great. Part of it is because I got sick earlier in the month, so between that plus my colonoscopy two days ago I missed more days on the treadmill this month than in the entire first ten months combined. My weight spiked up about three pounds, so I have actually lost more like eight pounds this month -- it's just that I lost three of those pounds twice, which was a little counter-productive. Ah, well.The simple fact is that my moving average is lower today than it ever has been since I started this progress, and while the graph is certainly filled with ups and downs the downs continue to outnumber the ups, and I am happy. I keep reminding myself that when I started this project my only stated goal was to feel better, and I undeniably feel significantly better today than I did eleven months ago. Twenty pounds ago I thought I had hit my leveling out point, and yet here I am. This has been an amazing transformation for me, and I still have several months to go before I hit the end of Doctor Who. Of course, then there are the spinoffs...

So anyway, I watched the first half of Peri's first story as a companion. She arrived in a bikini. Hubba hubba. Let's talk about that. 

Good news: I'm back to normal today, all lingering after-effects of yesterday's procedure gone. Bad news: today's viewing was the back half of the damned Dalek story. So, kind of a mixed bag today. Especially because today featured the departure of the truly defining companion of the Fifth Doctor era.

So let's talk about that.

It seems perfectly appropriate that I am watching another damned Dalek story on the same two days that I am on a clear liquids diet and then having a colonoscopy. There's a metaphor there somewhere. How stupid is this damned Dalek story? Have you looked that the picture above this post?

Let's talk about it.

I barely slept last night (for no good reason), didn't work out this morning, but finally got in my treadmill time this evening. I don't mind missing a day if I am sick, or traveling, or something like that. I hate to miss a day just because I am being lazy. The pleasant side effect is that right now I am exhausted, and I hope to be sound asleep within fifteen minutes of posting this entry.

To that end, let's talk about the second half of Frontios.

When I went to bed last night I was still basically a kid. I awakened this morning to greet my 50th birthday. I am officially over the hill.

Kind of like the Tenth Doctor, but older

I somehow managed to drag my ancient body out of bed and stagger through my day, and even put in my four miles / fifty five minutes on the Time Treadmill, because I may be old but dammit I'm still going strong. Honestly, I feel great and I could not be happier with the changes I have seen this past year. This ridiculous project has transformed my physically in a way that I have never before experienced. I am sixty five pounds lighter to day than I was on my 49th birthday, I have much more energy, and my health in general is fantastic. I couldn't ask for a better birthday present to myself.

I also watched the first half of Frontios today, so let's talk about that.