There is one absolute truth in life that all of us can agree upon: working out when you are fat SUCKS. Hell, just getting dressed to work out when you are overweight sucks. Spandex? On this body? What the hell were you thinking, clothing designers?
I am sure the day will come, in some foggy, distant future, when I actually like working out again. That day is not today. Or tomorrow. Not until a huge amount of this extra weight is gone, but I suppose the only way to do that is to work out, eh?
Ack. I dragged myself to the gym the past two evenings and got reacquainted with the treadmill. I’m still shocked at how badly being sick knocked me on my ass. My endurance and lung capacity are zilch, nada, none, non-existent. It’s scary how much damage it caused, and how long it’s taking to recover.
I’m just taking it easy and letting my body decide how long I run, and at what pace. I went a little longer last night than the day before, so that’s a good sign.
It’s been a long, busy week! I’m ready for the weekend. My three younger stepkids will be home for the weekend, so it’s going to be a full (and loud, and rambunctious) house for a few days.
Sweat & Sparkle 