It’s day 48 of 75 Hard, and I’m writing this from the moving walking pad in my home office as I finish this second-to-last task of the day. Less than one month from now, this challenge will be over and I’ll be assessing my performance during it.

Right now, I’m tiiiiiiiiiired. It took 2 full weeks for my apex predator of a cold to finally fuck off, and although I feel almost 100% better, I still have some residual phlegm and nasalness to my voice. Blazing through 14 straight days of that unwelcome guest to my immune system possibly protracted my recovery time, since 75 Hard does not allow for any rest days. I doubtlessly got through that mostly on adrenaline, and now that my inner cheerleader is slightly lowering her megaphone, I’m feeling some sort of crash. It doesn’t help that yesterday and today, scheduling hiccups outside of my control threw off my usual routine of a midday outdoor workout followed by an indoor post-work exercise session. Those disruption-induced changes resulted in every kind of restlessness: antsy feelings during the day as I itched to get my movement in, no time for a pause between things thanks to the congestion in my daily activities, and evening workouts late enough to spike my energy before bedtime and cost me sleep at night. A big ol’ UGH to all of that.

I’m not sure how the scale will reflect the blah of the latter portion of this week, but I did the best I could under the circumstances. What I do have indications of is how the world is reflecting my 75 Hard-fueled changes thus far:

• My clothes are looser. I wore an outfit on Tuesday that I last wore 6 weeks prior, on August 11th. At the time, the pants were new and slightly snug, and the top was old but recently re-shrunken into — though it did hug me too tightly when I sat down in it. This week, I was swimming in both articles of clothing to the point where I looked and felt ridiculous. Neither piece is long for this world.
• My face and shoulders are slimmer. In a recorded video of myself seated and speaking directly into the camera for 45 minutes from two weeks ago, I’m rocking puffy cheeks, a double chin, and outward-sloping shoulders. My most-recent 75 Hard progress photos — and, dare I say, mirrors — show a consistent face width, a single chin (at many angles), and shoulders whose edges almost align perpendicularly with the floor.
• People in my in-person social circle are remarking on my physical changes out loud. Over the weekend, my dad hit me with a “there seems to be less of you!” This morning, I met a friend for a half-day working session at a coffee shop and she commented something along the lines of being able to tell that 75 Hard is working for me.

So yes, I’m low on energy right now. I may even be running low on enthusiasm. But I am NOT low determination, commitment, or sticktoitiveness. And while my fire may need new kindling, it helps that I don’t have the sole responsibility of producing it this time. The above list of real-world reflections is coming through with a lot of that heavy lifting.

And now, we weekend.