Finally Got Myself Back to the Gym

so yeah, finally got myself back to the gym. it took me about ten months before i finally had my butt hitting those padded exercise machines again. been meaning to for a long time but kept on postponing. once you stop doing what you used to do, it kinda take extra effort to get back to it. and if that something is what we call "exercise" then the effort is much much greater.

i've already been there twice last week. my compulsion was to put as much weight as a i can do with ten reps, but as physical therapist i should know better. plus, even with the little weights that used i got already easily fatigued. talk about being deconditioned for some time.

but i made it. and im feeling much better now. the fact that i quit my job and just now resting (ok now you think im a moron for being so proud about it, but really i have no regrets... for now) and getting a little exercise again afford me to sleep better and feel healthier.

for some reason, i have also now disciplined myself not to crave too much for burgers, fries and donuts. except for few occassions when i want to indulge. coffee is still one of my favorite drinks though. come on, each of us is engaged into some form of non-destructive addiction. and coffee has been my father's bondage for a long time. at least that's something that i inherited from my dad.