I’m on my way to 145 thanks to working out on a regular basis for the past week. How can that be? A whole week, wow! Yeah yeah yeah, I know…but I can stick to a training plan. Last Thursday I lifted for the first time in a long time. It was painful. Not that day, but the next day, and the day after that. On Saturday I did the dumbest thing possible; I attended a kickboxing class. Even knowing the instructor didn’t help, she was still ruthless. I was so sore I could barely put my coat on. Maybe I looked thoughtful and introspective whenever I departed, although it’s more likely I looked feeble and malcontent. Finally, yesterday I lifted again, this time legs. Surprisingly I don’t hurt as much as I would have expected. It’s funny to think, that after just a few sessions of working out, the body adjusts and goes back to healing itself faster with less discomfort. The moral of the story, it’s far easier to keep working out than it is to start and stop in cycles. I’m sure any half-educated personal trainer could have told you that, but hey some things have to be learned the hard way.
The bad:
I had two French crullers for breakfast.
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