I finally returned to some non-zero fitness activity last week! It’s not exactly awe-inspiring, but it’s better than what I’ve done in the past two months. My last log entry for the gym was August 25th. In August, I had two trips to the gym, and then nothing prior to that since before my trip to Scotland in July. It’s a gross understatement to say that I fell off the wagon.
Last week, I forced myself to hit the gym for a light workout on Monday. “Light” in this case means limiting myself to 60-80% of my previous set weights, and only committing to 3 sets of each exercise. I knew I was going to have muscle soreness this week, so I went easy on myself in order to re-acclimate myself to lifting. While I’ve lost some momentum compared to July, it was good to return to the gym.
My second round of exercise this week was a home-based round on the rowing machine at my girlfriend’s place. I did a fairly leisurally row of a little over 5 kilometres in 30 minutes. Again, I wasn’t looking to impress anyone, but merely to dip my toe back into the game and see what happened.
The real test will be whether I continue my progress into next week. The hard part about overcoming weakness of the will is shrugging off the guilt you feel when you know you mess up. The best remedy I’ve come up with is to forgive myself for my past mistakes (not going to the gym) and moving on to do better next time. The only thing you can do is to reset the counter and start from scratch.