I'm back from the gym. I started back after about a year and a half hiatus in which I gained back a good 40 pounds of the 140 I lost. I quit out of depression and icky feelings about myself due to the treatment of another. I'm over that though. It took awhile, yes, but one doesn't stitch together a broken heart that easily. Especially a big ole sensitive wussy guy like myself. But it's back together and now it's time to start respecting and valuing myself again.

Step one in that mission is getting rid of the weight that went right back to my gut and jigglethighs. I'm starting slow , but still maintaining a brisk pace. This is my second weekend at it and it feels like old times. The muscle memory is still there and so is the desire to perform.

I don't really have the cheerleading squad like I used to though. Kinda feels like everyone I know IRL has scattered to the wind and gone their own way. Funny how fast that can happen; friends become distant, become acquaintances, become nothing. But on the other hand this time I'l have to be my own cheerleading squad. I think that's good though. I need to finally start rooting for myself.

I'm back from the gym. I started back after about a year and a half hiatus in which I gained back a good 40 pounds of the 140 I lost. I quit out of depression and icky feelings about myself due to the treatment of another. I'm over that though. It took awhile, yes, but one doesn't stitch together a broken heart that easily. Especially a big ole sensitive wussy guy like myself. But it's back together and now it's time to start respecting and valuing myself again.

Step one in that mission is getting rid of the weight that went right back to my gut and jigglethighs. I'm starting slow , but still maintaining a brisk pace. This is my second weekend at it and it feels like old times. The muscle memory is still there and so is the desire to perform.

I don't really have the cheerleading squad like I used to though. Kinda feels like everyone I know IRL has scattered to the wind and gone their own way. Funny how fast that can happen; friends become distant, become acquaintances, become nothing. But on the other hand this time I'l have to be my own cheerleading squad. I think that's good though. I need to finally start rooting for myself.