Well it’s been 7 weeks and, at the time of this blogging, 26 lbs and I’ve never felt more alive. I know I’m alive because my body is in constant agony! Everytime I even think about moving, even just a little, my whole body protests. Right now, sitting here typing, there are more muscles complaining about the activity than I’m sure are necessary to sustain the human body. Little muscles in my upper inner thigh have me walking like the undead. My newly awoken abdominals have me snapping shut like a switch blade every time I sneezeI And it’s any body’s guess if my arms will succeed in getting a cup coffee cup to my face. I’m thinking of investing in straws. I needs my coffee, which Gidon wishes I would drink black. I tell him it’s good to want things. It builds character . So does coffee. See how hard my workouts are?! Anyway, back to my body (that’s what you’re last boyfriend said), as much as it protests at even the slightest hint of activity. I think I’m becoming addicted to the workouts. I know, I’m scared too! I find myself looking forward to them. And the sense of satisfaction when I’ve finished is delicious! Yesterday I did my first push up! Not from my knees, shut your face, or just moving my head up and down, what did you say, I mean a real honest to God, big boy push up. On the toes, chest to the ground and back up again. There was moment when i didn’t think it was going to happen. Then, like a Christmas miracle, all these little muscles I didn’t know I had took over. There was no effort on my part. The muscles knew what needed to be done and got to it. I stared in disbelief at Gidon as I started to rise, almost float away from the floor. For a second he looked like he thought I was possessed but as soon as there was no pea soup, he seemed to relax. Seriously, how could there be? Pea soup isn’t on my meal plan. So the point is, I think I’m starting to cross over. To become one of them. A fit person. It’s like some strange sort of athletic Stockholm Syndrome. It’s starting to affect my mind. Sometimes, when it’s real quite, like after last call at O’Grady’s, I swear I can hear the CN tower steps calling my name.

…Richard….climb us Richard….

I’m scared!