Welcome to Fitness First.
I awoke on Wednesday with a sense of purpose. I'm never one for strenous physical exertion or hitting gyms but I decided to go against my nature and tag along with a friend to Fitness First in the evening for a workout session.
My friend has taken on the responsiblity of being a personal trainer of sorts and he's doing a marvelous job at it (god bless him). We hit the gym with a plan; cardio workout, no weights just yet. The aim: getting me down to 90kgs and losing as much of my gut as possible. I looked down at that good ol' friend whose been there for most of my life through thick and thin; taking a deep sigh before resolving to murder it with excercise.
It was a good workout and I felt belted afterwards. Had beef noodle soup for dinner and decided to give the smokes a miss for once which was hard but I feel a strange sense of accomplishment I hadn't felt in awhile as I sit here and type all of this out.
The rest of the night was spent with another friend joining us for another one of our late night gaming sessions. Company of Heroes is an awesome game but difficult as hell. The realism is both awesome and a helluva bummer at the same time. Yes, it's the computer gaming geek speaking.
The other friend joined me for a walk to the busstop and soon we got to talking the things that run across our minds at the end of the long day. I couldn't help but come back to the problem plaguing my heart for almost a week now. It seems that a lot of very close friends are giving me similar advice; to look her in the eyes and tell her the truth as written on plenty of sleepless nights. Only two people have told me otherwise; one of them basically telling me I've missed my boat and the other telling me to 'work it off' with plenty of excercise and get on with life.
I'm sure there will come a time when I'll have to tell her. I sent her a message earlier just to ask how she was doing and so far I haven't gotten a response which is fine; I'm too exhausted to do anything about it and I'm sure she's busy studying for exams and whatnot.
Its funny how the words I've been dying to say come so easily in the shower and yet it's a different basket-case when it comes to the time when I'm actually supposed to say them.
Maybe it's the acoustics in the shower.
Either way, at least I've got a workout plan involving Wednesdays and Sundays.
Definitely looking forward to Sunday.
My friend has taken on the responsiblity of being a personal trainer of sorts and he's doing a marvelous job at it (god bless him). We hit the gym with a plan; cardio workout, no weights just yet. The aim: getting me down to 90kgs and losing as much of my gut as possible. I looked down at that good ol' friend whose been there for most of my life through thick and thin; taking a deep sigh before resolving to murder it with excercise.
It was a good workout and I felt belted afterwards. Had beef noodle soup for dinner and decided to give the smokes a miss for once which was hard but I feel a strange sense of accomplishment I hadn't felt in awhile as I sit here and type all of this out.
The rest of the night was spent with another friend joining us for another one of our late night gaming sessions. Company of Heroes is an awesome game but difficult as hell. The realism is both awesome and a helluva bummer at the same time. Yes, it's the computer gaming geek speaking.
The other friend joined me for a walk to the busstop and soon we got to talking the things that run across our minds at the end of the long day. I couldn't help but come back to the problem plaguing my heart for almost a week now. It seems that a lot of very close friends are giving me similar advice; to look her in the eyes and tell her the truth as written on plenty of sleepless nights. Only two people have told me otherwise; one of them basically telling me I've missed my boat and the other telling me to 'work it off' with plenty of excercise and get on with life.
I'm sure there will come a time when I'll have to tell her. I sent her a message earlier just to ask how she was doing and so far I haven't gotten a response which is fine; I'm too exhausted to do anything about it and I'm sure she's busy studying for exams and whatnot.
Its funny how the words I've been dying to say come so easily in the shower and yet it's a different basket-case when it comes to the time when I'm actually supposed to say them.
Maybe it's the acoustics in the shower.
Either way, at least I've got a workout plan involving Wednesdays and Sundays.
Definitely looking forward to Sunday.