Today was my first day back at work in a week, and boy, am I rusty. It’s like I left my brain on the beach.
Fortunately, the whole deal is a marathon, not a sprint — or rather, a series of intervals, where we all race like mad to a certain point, then slow to a walk, then start to jog, then break into a sprint again. It’s a little tiring, I have to say.
Which is why I have been working out like crazy, for the past three days, and I can tell you, it feels amazing. I have a pact with myself to burn minimum 1000 calories a day, riding the exercise bike, for the next 30 days. I usually burn 300 per ride, and that’s intermittent. But for the next month, I am exercising every damn’ day and burning 3x as many calories as usual
It’s the only thing I can do. I am such a lump of lard at this point, it’s dismaying. Yes, I’m getting older. But that doesn’t mean I have to turn into a turnip. Which is what I looked like last week on the beach — pale and round. So, I’m doing something about it, and already, it feels great.
I had so much energy this morning, it was crazy. It’s not just the vacation – that was very tiring. It’s the exercise that’s doing it. The bit of a tan I got doesn’t hurt, either.
So, this feels good. And weighing myself, I’ve lost at least 2 pounds in the past couple of weeks. Over vacation, I ate a lot more bread than usual, but also ate less, overall. My spouse’s stomach was upset, so we ate light, which was helpful. We generally eat too much, as it stands.
Anyway, it’s back to work on my exercise. Lifting weights, spinning away, stretching, push-ups, planks, sit-ups. Ouch. But it hurts so good..