Monkey Blog

I’ve noticed myself doing this since I started hitting the gym regularly. I’ll see someone and think "Man, they’re too skinny. Going to they gym would do them a world of good." I did this yesterday with some twenty-something, skinny-as-a-rail relatives of mine. I only see these kids once or twice a year. I’ve thrown the suggestion at them before but they weren’t interested. I can’t blame them, I was the same way at that age. I would help those kids in a second if they asked me though.

Well I’ve been dealt a set back.  First I had to take some days off of training to deal with some pretty stressful family stuff.  Not only was I not training, but I wasn’t eating properly also.  Then wouldn’t you know it as soon as I was ready to get back into my normal routine I got a cold, which meant I wouldn’t be training or eating properly.  Yesterday was the first day I started feeling like a human again.  I made my return to the gym today.  Actually I was a little nervous.  It was only two days ago that the back of my head felt like it was getting struck with a hammer every time I coughed.

I warmed up with some chin-ups and actually did really well with them.  As I did my arm routine I could tell that I had lost a little strength, but it didn’t seem too bad.  I actually had a really great workout.  No problems whatsoever and I felt awesome when I was done.  Not being able to go to the gym had been driving me nuts.  I swear once you get used to having a great pump it’s addicting.

Then I hit the scale.  Holy **** I weigh 148.5 pounds now.  I haven’t been in the 140’s for over a year.  I’m not going to lie.  I was really pissed off and bent out of shape when I saw that number.  I generally moped and felt sorry for myself for about an hour.  It’s frustrating because every time I start to make real progress with getting toward 160 something happens to knock me way back and it takes me a long time to recover.  Whatever.  I’m over it now.  I was feeling great before I stepped on the scale and there’s no reason to let a number change that.

I actually have a lot to be thankful for.  Before I started training I would at a minimum get sick two or three times a year.  Since I started training and eating properly I haven’t been sick once.  Not even the sniffles.  This is the first time in well over a year that I’ve been sick.  When I look in the mirror I don’t really feel lighter either.  I know that when I am able to get serious again in January when the holiday madness is over I’ll be able to bounce back in a month or two.

I’m even looking forward to killing my legs tomorrow.  Something is definitely wrong with me.