Four weeks in the books.

Four weeks in the books and I’m not only still alive, but feeling better with each passing week. My energy level is increasing and my appetite is decreasing; sounds like the perfect recipe for success.

I haven’t been to a fast food restaurant in more than four weeks now, unless you count the Subway salad I grabbed for lunch once, and I have to say I really don’t miss it. I haven’t had a soda, not even a diet soda, in more than four weeks, either. I’ve exercised more in the last four weeks than I had in the previous two years.

Speaking of exercise, Brutal Bill returned today after a several day absence of attending to family matters Outside. I think he used his down time on the airplane to think of new ways to torture me and any other person foolish enough to ask for his advice. I knew I was in trouble when he approached me carrying a clipboard with a laundry list, neatly typed, of various torture elements for him to choose from.

After putting me through the paces for about 45 minutes, not only were my arms burning and feeling pretty much like mush, but my legs weren’t far behind. This is the first time in all of the workouts with Brutal Bill that I felt lightheaded enough where I had to stop in the middle of a set and put my head between my knees (or at least as close to my knees as I could get) to keep from passing out. Fortunately, after a few of these episodes, Bill took some pity on me and put me on the recumbent bike for twenty minutes to finish up.

I guess I viewed this as my “last chance” workout before the big weigh in tomorrow and wanted to take full advantage of it.

As I sit in the comfort of my recliner typing up this blog, I can still feel some of the burn in my shoulders, biceps, triceps and hamstrings. I can hardly wait for tomorrow’s workout.