I worked out tonight. For the first time in … I don’t want to say how long. I was trucking along, six days a week, until the dread tonsillitis struck (quit snickering, it sucked) and my doctor forbade me to do anything strenuous until I had been off my antibiotics for a week. Ok, that was like 3 weeks ago.
So. My plan was to get up at 6 a.m., do an exercise DVD and slowly ease back into the 5 a.m. wake-up calls my morning workouts require.
Yeah. Not so much.
About 20 snooze-slaps later, it was after 7 by the time I got out of bed. I am a lazy biatch. But I am tired of hitting the afternoon slump and my Starbucks habit is getting a bit pricey. After work, I did an exercise DVD that I used to be able to do easily. Fuckin’ A, it kicked my ass. The thought of getting back to my a.m. 3-4 mile walk makes me want to weep. And eat ice cream.
∗ Posted by Monique on 09.26.2006
∗ My life
Ease into it you’ll get back into it. I was really sick and couldn’t work out for a month. When I did, even the 15 pound weights were rough. Push ups? I thought I was going to pass out. But I got back to where I was and beyond. But I’m still a scrawny guy. What can you do?
Comment by Ricardo - September 27, 2006 4:52 pm