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January 8, 2009 - four days into the competition - one word describes my week thus far. FAIL. Ten minutes ago while I was indulging myself in a meatlover's omelette with complementary fries, I considered the last four days an EPIC fail. After talking some reason into myself, I thought it can simply be considered a fail, seeing as I made it to the gym three out of the last four days! I'm terrible. I really am. I've been doing relatively well with my diet. I bought some healthy cereal, some oatmeal to bring to work and some plain yogurt. I've also been opting out of more fatty foods and additives.

Did I NEED a meatlover's omelette with American cheese and a side of fries? No. Did I even need a plain omelette? No. Could I have eaten the healthy packet of oatmeal that I brought with me to work? Yes. Do I possess even a lick of self discipline around food? Definitely NOT.

So here I am - full, disappointed and bloated - munching on a buttered roll.

Oh, and how can I forget the ''run up the mountain'' three days ago? Notice the quotation marks. I warned my brother. I did. I told him that not only am I in the worst shape of my life and can barely run one mile on the treadmill, but that the cold would make it virtually impossible with my asthma. Prepare yourself for how pathetic I really am. I made it probably ummmm 50 METERS -- (it may not have even been that far). He assured me too. Jared ASSURED me that he was in worse shape - that he would run very slow. "Kerry, it's not even a run - it's more like a fast hike." I actually believed him. HE TOOK OFF - a virtual sprint. You may think I'm exaggerating. I ran cross country and track in high school - I know a sprint when I see one. Not only that - but he was wearing his iPod.

So there I was - screaming Jared and gasping for air as I watched his figure get smaller in size through the trees. Don't worry. Jared did turn around...eventually...probably thinking holy crap when he realized how far behind I was. He was nice enough to stop running at least. I'll make my long and arduous hike up the mountain a short story.

Jared was ahead the entire time.
The break at the top was twenty minutes too short.
Quote of the day: You look like The Biggest Loser every time I turn around - leaning against a tree with your head hung in shame.
I couldn't see him the majority of the way down.
I fell on the way down circa 10 times (from the snow).

When I reached the bottom, Jared was sitting in the car with the engine running, and was even kind enough to leave the driver's door open for me, as to not waste any time getting home. Thanks, bro. I'll never go with YOU again.