On the right track..

I like to think that I'm an intense guy.  But, I know that I'm really not all that intense.  I have my passions, and my passions bring out the best in me. 

Some people are passionate about exercise.  I, for one, am not afraid to admit that I am not.  But, with DDIP, the passion is brought to you.  And if you just absorb a little of what's being thrown at you, you will open yourself up to more absorption.

So, when I wake up at 4:29am on the days of DDIP, I want to go back to bed.  I want to curl up with my wife and dog and not think about exercise.  I want to listen to my infant son coo and caw and get comfortable in his cradle.

But, as soon as my truck starts up and I start driving, I start feeling that energy.  I start to get excited about what is about to be thrust upon me, what's going to make me sweat and hurt and wear me down.

Today was a perfect example.  I see BBM walking in to the gym, and I felt myself get nervous.  Her workouts have been hard lately.  Not just DDIP hard.  We're talking making you do things you haven't done before, pushing yourself to a limit, and then exceeding that limit.  All the while, she's telling you to NOT GIVE UP, and to KEEP GOING.  To push through your mental block.  To exceed your own expectations.

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The "diet" is going great.  I still have more sugar to cut out, but I'm treating this as a weaning process and not a cold turkey process. 

I believe I'm already down a fair amount, after two weeks of eating this way.

And, by "diet," I mean the following definition:

di·et/ˈdī-it/ Noun: The kinds of food that a person, animal, or community habitually eats.