Back on the wagon

Yipeee! I didn’t think I’d do it, but I did. I ended up exercising at the gym 4 x this week, and took 1 pilates class for about an hour a pop.

I got Kevin’s help to wake up early. I’ve never tried working out first thing in the morning before because waking up early usually causes me to want to punch people and I’m pretty sure my gym has a no punch policy. At least I hope it does.

But after I dragged myself out of bed (aided by the promise of imminent percolations of my coffeemaker) I really liked feeling like I was one of the only few awake in the world.

True to my word, I didn’t work myself like a demon possessed to make up for all that missed time, I actually took it pretty easy. On the efforting scale of 1-10 I’d say I stayed in the 5-7 category, to ease my way back in. And I liked it so much I think I will stay there for as long as I want. There’s really no need to flagellate myself with exercise as punishment.

And I swear, I am not just kidding myself here, but my muscle tone is returning pretty quickly. I thought all hope was lost, that all the work I’d done on my arms was as good as gone and that I wouldn’t see the outlines of muscles again until September. But, I already see some definition between the bicep and tricep. That was a huge relief. I guess I thought it would be like starting at 315 pounds again and the more I thought about going back to where my fitness level started, the less I felt like doing that again.