Yes, I know I spelled it wrong (funny aside, I finally figured out that spelt wasn’t a word recently). It has been 2 weeks since I’ve joined a local gym. I started off simple, on the treadmill for a while then on a bike to a full-blown weights regime.
I hurt like crazy each morning but I know it’s because I’m working muscles that have probably never even used. Each rep fills my body with acid that I think might be killing me but I kept at it until I got to the end.
It’s weird now. I’m always keen to go to the gym. I can totally understand now why people get hooked on exercise, the high is unbeatable. I sat there in bed last night just thinking about what I’ll do tonight (I’m going to do my cardio on one of those standing-up-bike-things, yep. real technical.
I’m actually motivated by the feeling I get from exercising. I never expected that at all, I would have thought I would have serious motivation issues. I’m also using my enthusiasm to motivate Rachael as well, she’s more often than not the one who can’t be bothered. I’m treating each excuse as an example of how much work we need to do to reach our goals. She’s not impressed when I force her to the gym after tea.
I’m very excited by this new step towards being sub-100kg, this was supposed to be the hardest part, it’s so far been challenging and fun. Can’t wait to go again tonight!