Ooops, no breakfast

Well, first, it was a mis­take to go to the gro­cery store after the gym last night. I need­ed what I bought, but it’s hard enough car­ry­ing a 28lb buck­et of kit­ty lit­ter home when I’m not exhaust­ed. When I’ve just pushed my phys­i­cal lim­its to their break­ing point, I’m not ready for the kit­ty litter.

Any­how, I like hav­ing raisins in my oat­meal in the morn­ing, so I made it a point to pick up raisins. Per­fect­ly log­i­cal thing to do, right? Well, I for­got that I ran out of oatmeal.

It was good to get to the gym last night though. I ran on the tread­mill; 2.5 miles in 25 min­utes includ­ing warmup and cooldown. I always do bet­ter if I don’t count the warmup and cooldown times. I actu­al­ly got on the bench and real­ly humil­i­at­ed myself with how lit­tle weight I could push. Of course, it helps to have a spot­ter, but I did­n’t even get close to the weights I used to bench. This means that in terms of the com­mit­ment I made back in April, I’m far­ther away than I was then. Arrgh.

Then, I weighed 83 kilos and I could bench­press 55. That 55 is prob­a­bly a bit opti­mistic, but this morn­ing I’m weigh­ing in at 82 kilos and last night I bare­ly did three reps (not sets!) at 48kg. Obvi­ous­ly get­ting up to and down to 70 on those num­bers by the mid­dle of August is not going to happen.

Actu­al­ly, there’s some­thing I like about hav­ing an impos­si­ble goal. So I’m not chang­ing my goals until August 15^th, and then I’ll take inven­to­ry on where I’ve got­ten since I made that goal.

How­ev­er, Men’s Health this month says I can LOSE MY GUT and have a beach-ready body in 15 days and BUILD BICEPS FAST. It’s also got an arti­cle about a 49-year old guy dat­ing a 21-year old girl. Stuff like that gives me hope. I love Men’s Health even (espe­cial­ly?) if it is trash.

Any­way, I’ve been cycling slight­ly more than nev­er and I’ve been to the gym once or twice a week since the begin­ning of July. I can’t expect to coun­ter­act a year of sloth. I reached for a donut at a meet­ing recent­ly and just as i was reach­ing, a gor­geous woman I’ve sort of had a crush on for the last cou­ple months walked in the door. Saved me from that donut.

But what­ev­er. I’m start­ing to see lit­tle hints of mus­cle emerg­ing again as I catch my image in the mir­ror. That’s def­i­nite­ly good, even if it’s just a start.