This week Zack mentioned to me that he was wondering how often I was going to post about P90X.  We were in the car together driving to a friends house for a birthday celebration, and he said that he was wondering if I wouldn’t mention anything about it on the blog, and then at the end of 90 days, post a surprise blog saying TADA!  

I never thought about not saying anything about this workout program on my blog.  First and foremost, I like to write on here about the things that I can, (large chunks of my life are excluded for outside reasons.  Job security, saving the family from embarrassment, etc.) and I feel like my body is something that I can write about freely.  If there is anyone that will suffer embarrassment from my writing about my body, it will be me, and I am allowed to embarrass me.  I explained to him that this workout program that we are doing together, this is life.  And I happen to write about life.  So it only made sense that I would write about working out. Besides, I added, writing on the blog, for me, is a way of keeping myself accountable.  There have been times when I wanted to work out, and posting that I would on my blog was the only reason that I actually went through with it.  I know that nobody from the blogosphere is going to come personally chastise me if I say that I’m going to do a workout and then I don’t, but I like to be a person of my word.  If I say that I’m going to go run 2 miles, I want to run those two miles.  Or at least I want to have a minor coronary trying.  

Then he fired his next question, as gingerly as possible:  what if, you know, at the end, if, well, your results aren’t what you’d hoped that they would be?

I said, well, I guess then I’ll blog about that too.  Cause that’s what I do. I write about life: victory or disappointment, weight gained or weight lost, birthdays come or birthdays gone.  I know that you guys don’t come here specifically to see me on a journey to become a more healthy person.  I’m not exactly sure what it is that you do come here for, actually.  But I do hope that you don’t mind my posts about P90X, or the strides that I’m taking towards becoming (as Zoolander would say) a ridiculously good-looking (or at least ridiculously fit) person.  The more I think about it, the more I can say that what I said earlier–the bit about you guys motivating me to stay accountable–it is so, so true.  

If you can’t stand the posts, just hang on.  I’m sure the intensity with which I blog about the workout program will wain over time.  Right now, since it’s still new, since it’s still not routine, since it’s still incredibly difficult, it has taken over my life, and even while I sit here and type this to you, my abs are screaming at me to PLEASE GO LAY DOWN, because this UPRIGHT POSITION WILL NOT STAND. 

So this is me, signing out for the evening, saying that I 1.) am going to attempt to give daily blasts regarding our P90X progress, including a 1-10 rating on how well I followed the diet plan, and 2.) am going to work hard to be my normal self, despite the fact that Tony Horton and the P90X crew are kicking my normal self’s ass each and every night.