Day 83 - wearing a bit thin

1hr 15m to do the exercises now - which means get home from work and start around 7.30 in the dark/damp misery of autumnal London. Caught a cold from the kids to really cheer me up. Might start skipping to the Smiths.

Day Nearly at The End: Seriaaaaass...

....gas issues.  That'd be the 4 egg whites a day then...only taken a month to work out what it is. In which time the whole family is kitted out with chemical hazard suits. Getting a little bit sick of the skipping to be honest - just as the time cranks up I also find myself a late developer in speed skipping so its a double whammy on the number of jumps. Planter facilitis (sole of the foot knack in laymans speak) twinges. Plus my left knee makes a noise like bubble wrap popping on each pistol squat....which surely isn't right. Is 36 too old for this gig? Hell no... even DK'ed this weeks 1000 calorie offer of an indulgence in favour of steak/veg and a jacket spud (ok that is a still non-compliant meal esp with the glass of wine) but it was not as ordered to go completely off piste by commander P.

2 weeks to go.. and only now do i realise the power of the clean rather than incline pull up as demonstrated by that ripped adonis Roland R on day 46

Day 73 - Abject failure...

....of the muscles at the end of my reps. Its working a treat but I am needing my sleep like never before. Skipping in the morning now a must so that the intense multiple reps don't get rushed at the end of the day. I had one lapse this week - a few beers in Zurich at a summer party led to insane hunger pangs and then a very calorific loaf of brown bed, schnitzel, gherkins and cheese slob out at about 11.30pm before bed. Felt awful the next day and rued the vicious cycle of booze/bad food. Have been thinking a lot about post PCP this week and really can't see myself ever going back to the bad old ways of chocolate/pizza/wine in the evening at home etc. The hunger pangs from the early PCP days have completely gone and its a constant smooth plane of constant energy which rocks. Wish my bloody wife would stop baking cakes - that is the only torment (which i have been giving into occasionally) Got quite evangelical this week when i thought PCP had cured me of life-long colour blindness... the P burst that bubble with some rational scientific explanation on the weekly video though. Keratin, carrots, enhanced night-vision etc... Know it all.