My first gym session was the 27th of July 2011. Until then, I’d basically never done any exercise for the sake of it. The status summary after lots of sessions is – still fat, but the devil is in the detail. It’s entirely obvious now that I recover better after the aerobic equipment, and for me, that was most of the aim of going in the first place. I was sick of not only being out of breath after exerting myself, but having to spend too long recovering my breath.
The aerobic stuff in the gym still gets me out of breath, still makes me feel knackered but I’m recovered in a much, much shorter period of time. I’m pleased.
So I’m not visibly losing weight and I’m not about to start running any distance, but I’m definitely feeling the benefit. It’s also true that I’m still not enjoying the actual exercise. It’s not a chore as such, but it’s not something I do with any relish. Having said that, I was looking forward to the overall session yesterday in the hope that it would work out some of the anger and frustration that had built up that day at work, and it did.
All in all, it’s been a good life change so far.
So, I’m off work for two weeks! Other than being prodded by the NHS, no real plans. It’s been a rough three weeks at work, covering a lot of call out, being the person in the office who gets asked all the questions you don’t want to get asked, but I survived, just. It seems to be a common issue in March with lots of people taking holiday. Last year was similar I remember.
It’ll take me a few days to get over it all and really relax. The oddest thing happens first though – I get really down and pretty angry with the whole world, which is where I am today. I’m lucky that Grete understands and doesn’t get too pissed off at me.
So a few days of this feeling and then I’ll be able to enjoy not being at work.
Got my letter this morning saying the blood test results are in, but doesn’t list what they are. I may find out at the nurse appointment or I may need to ring the doctor. I’m sort of hoping the bit where it said ‘this appointment is non-urgent’ means they don’t think my medication needs reviewing and hence the results are okay, but that may just be wishful thinking.
I really am not a nice person to be around when I’m in this kind of mood, I think Tracey may regret her choice of weekend for visiting. Ah well.