I won’t lie to you. There’s a deep seeded part of me that knows full well the next week is going to be the most painful week in a long time. You see back in the day (read: three months ago) I was going to the gym nightly. Getting my excercise on. Then I fell off the wagon, hit my head on a few rocks and lazily got up and walked the other way.
When it comes to excercise walking away is the worst thing you can do. I was getting up on my endurance and I was looking and feeling better. For the first time in ten years I was happy with myself. I was doing better at work, at home and just about everywhere. Coming to a dead stop was a death knell to my progress.
I worked out today for about an hour and it felt good. I burned around 450 calories or so. I know that I’m going to feel this in the morning and I can guarantee you that tomorrow when I go into the gym I’m going to have that first fifteen or so minutes where I curse everyeone around me silently because getting back on that machine is like asking someone to hammer all your appendages at once with extra effort on your lungs and heart. It’s the euphoric rhythmic harmony that forms when your body is warmed up and suddenly everything is firing at once on all cylinders and you’re sweating to the oldies.
And loving every minute of it.
Today I weighed 220 pounds. I worked out for an hour and burned 450 calories on a running machine. Tomorrow the adventure continues. Onward!
Well done, mate. Keep up the excellent work! ~K xoxox