I'm freaking tired.

Looking back at the program so far, the first week was pure hell. I wanted to throw up and die in each of the group workouts I attended. There was a definite moment that Friday as the difficulty of the program him me like a ton of bricks, 11 more weeks looming over my head.

By the second week, I was starting to get the hang of things. The group workouts weren't the most horrible thing in the world and I was getting really used to the food plan.

This week has been great. The group workouts are still no picnic, but I'm somehow better able to manage the pain. Preparing my meals, food shopping and eating 6 times a day is becoming second nature.

But two nights this week I had trouble sleeping, for whatever reason, and I'm paying for it now. I went to the gym tonight and did a chest workout, assigned to me as homework. I managed to burn 500 calories, as I padded my workout with time on the treadmill before and after the weights.

I decided to do the bicep portion of the homework tomorrow night, since my forearms and biceps are still sore from Monday's hammer curls and Australian pullups.

Go ahead and look that one up. It's not pretty. I got through 6 of my required 50 reps and was just about done. I completed the remaining 44 two at a time. It was so much more brutal than it looked.

I'm looking at the size large triathlon racing top I've hung on the wall that faces the entrance to my bedroom. I'm thinking about a trip to Vegas with friends in May when this is all over. I'm thinking about the 19 additional pounds I need to lose. And I'm trying to stay focused.

I can't wait until Sunday's day off. I'm looking forward to a whole lot of nothing, with a possible stop at the Alamo Drafthouse for a movie and a milkshake.