At 4:30 pm on April 4th, I called the gym and learned it was closing at 6. I had procrastinated all day, but was determined to get there before my birthday…and I did. For the first time in 18 days (I had been traveling and weak while enduring a rare cold), I worked some machines. It was a short 45-minute workout–I skipped my usual stretches and included some extra abdominal work. I have to make a six-pack.

Afterward one of the trainers took my picture: you can see what even a little exercise can do to pump me up compared to earlier the same day. I love this kind of progress. Very satisfying and ego-gratifying.

A few cuts after just 45 minutes---April 4, 2009

A few cuts after just 45 minutes---April 4, 2009

Then I took a picture of my stomach in the locker room. If you look closely, you might be able to see that one half of an ab is yearning to peek out. Look very closely. I am sure I can see it.

Can you find my ab?---April 4, 2009

Can you find my ab?---April 4, 2009

Am I on my way? To the promised land. Keeping at this will be the hardest part for me. I have never before been able to stay with such a program.