an empty place v3.5

Holy crap! I've become a fat lazy bitch! Last summer I weighed, at my smallest, 168 pounds and I worked out like mad. I weighed this morning at 214. 45 pounds in eight months, that can't be healthy. In my waist-line's defense, I've been under a great deal of stress, haven't been sleeping, and gorge myself with all kinds of garbage. After getting winded moving a single peice of furniture less than 100 feet last night I decided it was time to get back in shape.

I'm not so embarrased about my clothing being tighter or being less attractive naked; I was out of breath and on the verge of another asthma attack moving less than 100 pounds. That's embarrassing. Last summer I repacked my 100 pound canvas heavy bag to just over 200 pounds (after restitching some of the seams to reinforce it), tossed it on my shoulder and navigated the living room, dinning room, and office into my weight room. Yeah, it was a little clumsy, but I did it and didn't even break a sweat. I took a look at that bag last night and the dust it has gathered and decided to make a change.

I've been working out almost regularly all along but the intensity has become nonexsistant and my diet has gone to hell. The plan was to get up this morning and work out for an hour, take The Things to The Pit and then run for an hour. Not getting up with the alarm killed that plan. I've gotta do something, summer is coming and I want to have the energy to not only make it to the beach but also enjoy being there. So let's call this week a trial week and fine tune a good system. At lunch I am going to run hard for an hour then tonight I'll work out and run. Hopefully I can get back into the morning wokout routine so I don't feel compelled to do it half-assed at lunchtime anymore. We'll see how it pans out.