Yessir! I've actually made it all the way through a whole week, and I feel driven to keep it up indefinitely, which is GOOD ( I was so scared about Day 3 or 4 I'd crap out quick).
Omar is kicking my ass (and everyone else's asses) at the gym for an hour on Mondays, Tuesdays, and Thursdays. Pretty much every time he explains the sets of exercises he wants us to do, I feel the urge to look into the camera at the viewers at home and remark "this mother****** done lost his g**damned mind!" But I quickly realized, if you don't think your trainer is crazy for making you do what he's asking you to do in your workouts, he's probably not a good trainer.
I can actually see the small remains of my once formidable gut starting to shrink away. I'm shy as hell and modest, but if I start seeing abs and obliques like D'Angelo in "Unititled" or something, best believe I'm posting them ALL over the Internets, understand? It will indeed be a "Brand New Day" for the chubby kid who, even as a young adult, thought "sports" was a swear word.
I also got the supplements Omar recommended for me: protein shake (he said Muscle Milk, I chickened out and got Muscle Milk Light b/c I was already having enough trouble regulating carb input because of a mostly vegetarian diet save for the periodic and slow reintroduction of fish and fish ONLY), creatine, and amino acids. I took all three before the workout, and the first two as soon as I got home afterwards...and I must say that I don't feel quite as "beat" as I usually do in the gym or coming home from it. Save for the fact that my upper body strength still leaves a little to be desired, I had a little bit more energy to do what I needed to do. Which is good, because that means I can ascend to the next level as everything gets harder, and then on to the next level...until I look back at old photos of myself and I've got a serious "before" and "after" photo fest going on.