Well, I can now safely say that my weight won't increase or decrease at 130kg. Despite the lack of exercise and some gluttony, the weight has not changed for 4 months, I think.
But now I'm single, and I finally have more time to concentrate on the things I want to do. One of them, is exercise, and some self love.
So the next day after the breakup on Sunday, I finally did what I have not done in a VERY long time: cycling to work. Both cycling commutes were tiring, but the trip back home was much worse than the trip to work. My quads and hammies have given up on me on the way back, and I had to take a pitstop just to rest myself.
On Tuesday, I have a late meeting, so I didn't cycle, and thank my own arragement for that. My legs were sore like crap, and the only thing I did was 5 pushups. A lot of things I need to start on.
Then Wednesday. Legs are still dead. So I decided to go to the gym for an hour and work my back. Deadlifts, and Cable Rows. One killed my lower, the other killed the upper. And I realise that my butt should hurt from the deadlifts, but it did not. Must have been the way I did my deadlift wrongly.
Then Thursday, a wonderful cheat meal of Mutton Briyani, and another rest day; I hanged out with my friends for this one.
And today is Friday. Another meeting. My legs feel better now, and I'm tempted to try cycling with two dudes that do this regularly on Friday. Back still sore as ever. but it should be back next Monday.
So, this is it. A post to say that I have to start loving myself before loving someone else. Painful, sore love indeed.
But now I'm single, and I finally have more time to concentrate on the things I want to do. One of them, is exercise, and some self love.
So the next day after the breakup on Sunday, I finally did what I have not done in a VERY long time: cycling to work. Both cycling commutes were tiring, but the trip back home was much worse than the trip to work. My quads and hammies have given up on me on the way back, and I had to take a pitstop just to rest myself.
On Tuesday, I have a late meeting, so I didn't cycle, and thank my own arragement for that. My legs were sore like crap, and the only thing I did was 5 pushups. A lot of things I need to start on.
Then Wednesday. Legs are still dead. So I decided to go to the gym for an hour and work my back. Deadlifts, and Cable Rows. One killed my lower, the other killed the upper. And I realise that my butt should hurt from the deadlifts, but it did not. Must have been the way I did my deadlift wrongly.
Then Thursday, a wonderful cheat meal of Mutton Briyani, and another rest day; I hanged out with my friends for this one.
And today is Friday. Another meeting. My legs feel better now, and I'm tempted to try cycling with two dudes that do this regularly on Friday. Back still sore as ever. but it should be back next Monday.
So, this is it. A post to say that I have to start loving myself before loving someone else. Painful, sore love indeed.
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