It Feels Great To Be Back!
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.
