Bringing it all Back Home

 Hello.

It's been a minute.

Things have been good, personally, on the whole.  I haven't needed this outlet.

I still don't.  At least, not as a type of therapy.

But this is coming back.  Because I'm going back to working out.  Baby steps.

Let's catch up.

I'm still just...massively fat.  333.8 this morning on the scale.  Not my biggest, but a stone's throw from it.  (Almost literally a stone.  That's like...20 pounds or something, right?  Man, I really wish the whole world just embraced the metric system)

That's what's coming back to this is about.  Gettin' less fat.

Me and the Goth Queen (how I'll reference my Significant Other here), together now for over 10 years (see above "things have been good personally") are taking our first ever vacation just the two of us, of any real time.  We had a weekend in NYC in the 'before times'.  This august, however, we're going on vacation alone together.  Somewhere sunny.  There will be at least one parade there, and I don't want to be mistaken for a float.

So this morning, I got back on the treadmill for the first time in...well..awhile.  I'm writing this as I've just finished.  Sitting in my desk chair.  Not sweating.  Glistening.

Starting back with the couch to 5k program.  Because why not?  It worked for me before.  Maybe, after we come back, I'll get back to 5k events.  Maybe not.

Here's the thing though.  I'm 48 now, and holy shit does it feel different than last time I did this in earnest.  I'm sore all over, all the time.  Even without working out.  Maybe this will help.  It's way harder to feel motivated, especially when I end up feeling like this afterwards each time.  Good, but...gross.

Am I gonna eat better?  Probably not.  I'm Gen X.  We've perfected apathy.  Notice that no reports or studies or whatever ever came out about how Gen X handled Covid?  I think, because like me, the rest of us secretly kinda LOVED it (minus, y'know...all the death and illness...and my form of 'long covid' was and still is the brain fog).  

But, I mean, hot damn...being forced to distance from people and stay in my goddamn hole?  I WAS ALREADY DOING THAT ANYWAY.  I'M PERFECTLY EQUIPPED.  I've been living and eating like a goddamn Ninja Turtle and it's EVERYTHING I COULD HAVE EVER HOPED IT WAS.

Ok, this got off the rails.  What I mean to say is...eating better...maybe that'll come too, as I go down this path.  Maybe it won't.  I'm not losing any sleep over it.

But anyway, maybe I'll get back to writing here.  About the journey.

No, there'll probably never be a part 2 to the Sam saga from the last post in 2017.  Or tying up any of those loose threads.  Maybe Aunty Entity (Steph) comes back to gamify this with me.  Maybe not.  If she even sees it.

(just leaving this here in case she does...hahahahaaaahahaah)

Well, anyway, I guess that's it for now.  I didn't really have a plan for this post.  It just...felt like something I should do.