It hurts really bad. Physically and morally. Lack of mussels and overall being out of shape is a pretty sorry condition – there’s no one to blame for this but myself.

We spent at least 4 hours loading and unloading stuff and furniture for Vasko’s new apartment. After not working out for over a year it turned out to be quite a challenge for me. Running up and down the stairs carrying heavy boxes is like doing cardio and lifting weights at the same time. The heart is pounding, forearms are about to let go – and yet I did get some kind of pleasure out of it. With my back hurting today, arms and knees killing me, I’m like a drug addict experiencing withdrawals after a big dose of adrenalin. I use to get it almost every day, exercising for just a couple of hours would give me the strength and satisfaction on several different levels.

I could find tons of reasons why I quit working out, but the truth is I’m lazy. I’ve got a free gym at work, I’ve got one at the clubhouse in our apartment complex and now I will have another one on SLCC campus. If I really wanted to I would’ve found time to go to gym every day. The problem is I don’t have the motivation. Now the reason why I’ve lost the motivation is a whole separate topic which I’m not going to get into right now.

The plan is to start working out my legs to recover them better from after the surgery, do more cardio to loose the extra 20lb I’ve gained and then slowly get back in shape hopefully by the end of the year.

I really want to fit into my old jeans again.