Lose it or Die – Day 12 “Back in the Saddle”

Man. Working out is hard. Gosh.

I only did 15 minutes today because I felt lazy. Yes, I admit it. I’m lazy at times. With my exercise I’m just terrible. Mind you the excuse my mind was saying as I pressed the red “Stop” button is that my body needs to build up endurance. So instead of forty five minutes, I’ll simply do twenty.

Somewhere my mind developed a…mind of its own and took over my body. I walked out after such a short workout and somehow the brain managed to overrule the heart and get me home and plopped into my comfy office chair.

In some countries (and one universe) The Comfy Chair is a torture device.

My comfy chair is not however and it is quietly holding my glutinous muscle in a resting position.

I’ve come to accept the fact that this week will probably be hell for my body and me as I get used to working out on a regular basis again. I’m aware there will probably be angry words bouncing around my cranium as the muscles, tendons and everything else burns with intensity of a thousand and one suns.

But it will be worth it. If I can keep to this (and I shall endear to do so!) I can start losing the weight and my “man boobs” will quietly fade away into the night rather than screaming at me every morning when I see them in the mirror.

They scream. I throw up a little in my mouth. Fun for the whole family.

So what happened in twelve days of not doing anything to prevent my death at an early age? I lost one pound somehow and have felt pretty fat over the last week or so. So, this will be me throwing my rebellious body and mind onto the machines and like Darth Vader torturing it until it gives me what I want.

And there will be no one to stop us this time!