Do you ever have those days when you think what’s the bloody point? Why do I bother and what the hell is up with some people? Why do they go out of their way to try and spark some form of confrontation when none is needed?
I’ve been having one of those sorts of days today, even though I made it back to the gym for the first time since my Psoriasis flared up and in fact since Ellie was born. So that’s a six month break from the gym with nothing more excerting than trying to wrestle the remote off her indoors to try and switch over X-Factor/I’m a Celebrity/Eastenders/some other such drivel… A battle that just can’t be won!
It’s frightening how much weight I’ve put back on in that time and how unfit I am now. Too much good living I suppose. I only managed a paltry mile on the treadmill in a shocking 15 minutes, followed by half my usual weight session and finishing off on the cross trainer.
I suppose this set me up for a day of feeling like I’m battling against the world. I suppose a lot of it is a knock on from two days sick last week and then a very intensive remainder of the week at work, including 17 hours spent out on call. A total pain in the backside, but should be quite rewarding in the paypacket. Though working from 8am to 11pm on Friday wasn’t great, for sure.
Oh well, life goes on, but the question is will my poor little legs manage another session in the gym tomorrow?