1:3

The home stretch! Had dinner last night with friends and I ate more than was allowed. I am scared to step on the scale.

Today forward is all about calorie restricted diet. I am close but there remains no room for error.

I am reserving my hotel room in Montgomery today.

Not running today, but will run on both Saturday & Sunday. I have a slight muscle pull in my upper thigh and want to give it another full day of rest before I kick it in to full gear.

1:5

Weight is dropping and I think I may just make the limit.

Getting my checklist taken care of and today is a shopping day for all those little things I will need. Things like deodorant, toothpaste, vitamins and so on. Copies will also take place today. So pesky things can be accomplished.

This weekend I will make my reservation for a hotel in Montgomery for the 9th. I plan to drive down there and get a room early. I will spend the entire day watching television, surfing the web and maybe have a beer or two to celebrate my last night of freedom...

1:6

Under two weeks to go and still have some loose ends to take care of. I have a list of things still to buy, I seem to always be buying and misplacing things all along the way. Yesterday, I went through everything and made one final list - if it is not on the list I do not need it.

I did a timed run Saturday and it was not that bad. I find that I am still recovering from the lingering effects of a cold I had a few weeks back, but overall I am okay with my run times. There is room for improvement and I fully expect to improve before I leave.

Sit ups and push ups are above the minimum and I have yet to really push myself there. Sometime this week I am gonna go all out and see where I am. The weight is well, I don't know. I weighed last week twice and that was not a good barometer of where I am. The first weigh in was after a long day of drinking (bad I know) and the second was just a day later. Since then I have had zero alcohol and been VERY strict on my diet. So I expect today's weigh in to better reflect where I actually stand with regards to weight. I am confident I can get under the limit, but just barely.

Thirteen days til I report and just twelve days til I leave. It is getting close! I think I will enjoy sleeping in while I can these last few days.

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It is now officially PANIC time! I have been having a bit of trouble shedding the weight required to meet the military requirements. So, on holiday with the folks I have been fairly strict with eating and no snacking. I have been running and not to be so manic I sceduled weigh ins once a week. My first was this morning!

To my absolute horror I had remained exactly the same as two weeks ago! Now, I am two weeks from COT and am now over by 10 pounds! So, I have decided to take an extreme move. I am going to full liquid diet. For the next seven days it is all about no food and NO ALCOHOL! The last bit will kill me!

I don't know what will happen if I fail to make the weight. I do not know why my body is being so stubborn at the moment. It is like I don't even believe the scales anymore. I am wearing sizes way smaller than I have worn in a long time....I am at a loss (no pun intended)!

3 Weeks!!!

It seems as the date draws near time appears to speed up! I am getting a bit nervous and just wish I had a bit more time.

I have been super lazy with push ups and sit ups. I have to kick it into gear in a big way! Also, my diet has been tight. I do allow a beer here and there but limit myself to one meal per day. So I should be good there.

Still have a few more items to buy and a few loose ends to sort out before I leave in 20 days! Yikes!

4:4

Where did that come from? Out of the blue, a wicked and evil sickness took its horrid grip upon me and caused me much misery. There was coughing, mucous and one one occasion a sneak attack of the runs - I do not recommend it!

I think it is safe now! I did miss a day of work - which is something very odd for me, but when you are sick you don't much feel like taking care of the sick. So I stayed home!

I have not run in two days and it has been a week since I have done a sit up or push up so I am behind schedule. You think I would be one of those people who could drop a pound or two due to illness, but no! Oh well, back to work!!

5 Weeks

The best thing I can say about today is that I am sitting on the sofa with the heat turned up ton 80 while I am bundled up in sweats. A steaming mug of coffee stands beside me and I am as comfortable as I can be (for the moment).

Sickness has taken his grip upon me and I do not do sick well. I have the aches, cough, tore up throat and I am coughing tennis ball size green mucous. I am attacking this cold head on, as it is not going to disturb my plans. I have a time table and it cannot be f'd up. So, I am loaded up with Tylenol and I have taken a multivitamin along with extra vitamin C. When I am out today I will pick up some alkaselzer cold and flu (my standard treatment for all things cold and flu related).

I am running the thought of running today, but I need the next hour or so to fully process that idea. Sometimes a hard run when I am not feeling well kicks me into gear and crushes al the evil sickness bugs who are currently fighting my white cells for control of my body. I am gonna think long and hard on that on. But for now coffee and the remote with the heat as high at it can go...

Cherry on the cake of my day..

Friday night I finished my shift and gave report with lightening speed and was out the door. Walking to the parking garage I kept thinking about all the wonderful things I would be eating for dinner. Shrimp or maybe a huge salad, I was hungry so anything would be great.

I walk up the stairs of the parking garage and open the door to level two and I immediately see my car, but something is not right. My back left tire is low? No, shit I think it is flat! So, I decide to drive it to see if it is just low and think maybe I can drive it to a service station and fill it with air.

I back out of my spot and immediately find out that the tire is flat and I am going to have the pleasure of replacing said tire. I find a nearby spot with lots of room and very well lit and go about the changing process.

Going about my business I had offers of help from two people (I thought that was nice) and one woman strolled over and started chatting. She was very nice, but to be honest I want to hurry about my business and get done.

Finally, she left and I finished my change. Ten minutes total! Pretty cool and would have been faster had I not benn interrupted or could have located the hidden compartment where the jack was stowed earlier.

5:1.....humpday?

It is my humpday. The day that falls in the middle of my six days in a row. Actually I start on the other side today. I have three down and today starts day number number four.

Yesterday was a rough day. I was wasted tired and had not been eating much and hit the point where my exhaustion led way to the feeling of sickness taking hold of my body. I felt weak and without energy then my throat started to feel sore and aches spread through my body.

I diverted some tylenol and had some fruit. Slowly I felt an improvement. I came home and was in bed by 2030.

I have been trying to drop weight and am starying around 1500 calories and I guess it caught up with me.

Today, I feel a little better. My throat has that raspy sound that wold make others believe I chain smoke 3 packs of camels a day and I still have a touch of the ache. Other than that I am swell. But I still have three LONG shifts to go!!

5:4 (39 days)

Wow! Under 40 days to go. Damn it seems to be speeding towards me and as much as I had been wanting the day to get here I am starting to have about a billion second thoughts and twice as many doubts.

On a good note, I am getting my act together (or at least attempting to). I had a really bad run yesterday - I blame that on too many run days in a row. I am usually good with three on and two off and this allows my legs a bit of time to recover. This week I did six in a row and my but that is a lot of pounding on my body. I have also returned to daily sit ups and push ups. I could max out on both a few weeks back and not doing them every day has reduced the amount I can pump out.

So, from here on out I am a push up and sit up machine. I am also buckling down on my diet. I refuse to waddle into COT more than a pound or two off.

The biggest thing is trying to get my head right and stay focused. I had a dip in the road and may have others, but I need to focus on the goal and the freaking urgency of the things...

5:5

I am at a loss! Granted I ate a little more than normal right at the holiday but I did not go all crazy! My weakness was a few beers - few! So, taking that into account I did not weigh for a few days. Yesterday, I climbed back on the evil scale. The results, gained seven pounds!! WTF!! I do not get it. I would have had to eat like Oprah at a buffet to gain that kind of weight!!

So, I tried to tell myself the three day applies. Where false highs and lows stick for three days. This morning I weigh and it is down 0.4 pounds from yesterday. This of course after five mile run, 125 push ups and less than 1000 calories. At this point I cannot make the weight in time for COT.

I was to buy uniforms this week, but screw that! I am so depressed right now I don't care anymore. I may as well just eat everything in the house so at least I am not torturing myself these last five weeks. If I am going to be sent home - it may as well be worth it.

What kills me is that I am into my 30 jeans but the scale is telling me I am a fat slob! I totally give up!