…at least that’s what it felt like.
My last blog post I told of how I was skipping training because I was getting ill. I didn’t know the half of it. I wound up with gastric flu and had massive headaches and, I have to say, I’ve never felt so ill in my entire adult life.
Then the following week I seemed to develop tonsilitis, which I still have.
I didn’t train during the past 2 weeks. Today I was thinking of training but, rather than do weights I opted to do some push ups and static contraction training in my bedroom for a change. Not correlating with what I was supposed to be doing today, but who cares. I did something and it felt quite good to get the blood pumping for the first time in 2 weeks. (Come to think of it, I haven’t even been out on my bike during that time, either…)
I’ll likely just do some more basic body weight stuff this week just for a change. Maybe even during next week, too.
I’m getting anxious to start training properly for muscle and strength again but at this rate I just don’t know when it’s gonna be. This fat loss stuff is starting to feel like a life sentence now, and it’s dawned on me that I’ve now spent more time losing fat than I ever did building muscle, which to me is ridiculous and a major pisser. And, I still think I’ll need to lose another half stone at least… and preferably closer to a stone.
Then there’s the money aspect. Even if I was blessed with a miracle (fat chance) and I lost a stone of fat tomorrow, I still couldn’t bulk, because money wise, quite frankly, I don’t have a pot to piss in… so I’m going all out to try and turn that, and my life around.
I can’t go off half cocked. I’m doing it properly this time or not at all. Proper food, proper protein, etc.
Whoever says money isn’t important clearly hasn’t been broke.