Starting tonight, I’m going back in the gym. For how long remains a mystery but it’s something that I’ve struggled with, along with proper eating, for about two years now.
I was doing so well two years ago. I was just 23 pounds shy of my goal weight of 200 pounds. Now I’m not exactly sure where I’m at but it’s somewhere around 90 pounds shy. I don’t want to be a 300-pounder again (unless my estimate is wrong and I already am).
Thursday is my Monday as far as starting a new week. That’s when I usually would go to my Weight Watchers meeting. I’m probably going to go to the meeting tomorrow but I’m still debating if I’m going to weigh in. I know I should…and I’m still paying 40 bucks a month to do so…I just don’t want to see the results…as tragic as they’re going to be.
So after I get off work, I’m heading home to get something to eat, grab my gear and I’m going to the gym at Emmis. I won’t be able to do much cardio as my legs are still sore from raking a shitload of leaves at my mom’s house (mostly from lots of bending and lunging to grab leaves and throw them in the trash bags). But I’m going to do some light lifting and maybe some time on the exercise bike while watching The Ultimate Fighter.
I’m more worried about next week where I’m working 61 hours between my two (technically three) jobs. Eating on Thanksgiving Day won’t be that bad because I can’t eat too much or my stomach issues will arise again. But getting into the gym will be tough. I’ll be sleeping at the station three out of five nights because I’m working the morning show and I can’t trust myself to get up early at my place when I have to go to bed so late. So the hope is that I won’t be too exhausted and just work out when I get to the station at night.
So here’s hoping that this is my last “getting back on track” blog post. We’ll see…
