Um... I forgot.
That was really disappointing, working out for a year, touching the summit of goals set and then loosing my grip and falling back down the mountain. What started out as a week off turned into about a month and as much as I want to say I'm surprised at how easy it is to go right back to old habits I'm really not overly astonished, at all.
The overall damage wasn't that bad, but I felt that this was the week that I needed to get back on course, nose to the grindstone again. I realized sometime back that I'm more than likely going to have to keep up some sort of diet and exercise regime for the rest of my life. My lifestyle involves way too much sedentary activity and if I don't purposefully create more cardiovascular activity I will slowly expand. The harsh reality of my realization became all to clear this past month, so I've rededicated myself to the regime.
I got up Monday morning and did my run/walk thing and was disappointed to find that my heart rate monitor had passed away. I briefly considered using this as an excuse to not exercise, but endeavored to push on and wing it from here on out. The heart rate monitor has been useful in keeping me from over doing it during cardio workouts, but I figure this will be a good opportunity to see if that stupid little gadget actually does any good.
Last night I got the newly purchased, and thus far rarely used, weight equipment out so as to get busy pumping that iron. I over did it on a few exercises and found myself flagging early on, some resting and whining ensued but I eventually managed to finish all my exercises. I got up bright and early again this morning for yet another run/walk expedition and while mildly horrifying due to soreness I felt pretty good about the effort. The disappointment came when I found out that the "changing of gate code" went into effect sometime between yesterday and when I tried to reenter the complex at 6:00 this morning. Of course, I couldn't remember the new code and ended up scaling the parking lot fence, happily with no major injury.
I'm not sure, but it would seem that someone is trying to tell me to be happy as a pasty, chubby white man. I'm still not convinced and I think I'd be much happier as a pasty, toned white man.