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.