A little sore as well, but good.
Yesterday, I got back into my exercise routine. Why? Because all the allergy medication has finally kicked in, and I can now exert myself without trying to cough my lungs up and out. Let me tell you something: exercise is a whole world easier when you aren’t coughing. So I hit my walking goal (for the second day in a row, after a week or more of not hitting it), and then got in my workout as well. And I feel good.
And, as I said, a little sore. I can tell that it’s been a while since I did these. But I could still manage the twenty pushups I had to do, and the situps, and the presses, and the yoga-inspired moves, and everything else. And I’m not too sore. I feel it in my arms and back, yes, but it’s not painful. I like to think that’s a good thing.
So, going into the weekend, I have no idea where I’m going to end up on the scales. I don’t know that I care, either. I mean, yes, I do want to lose weight. But I also recognize that I’ve been feeling terrible the past few weeks, and that I’m just now getting back to work. So, whatever I come out at is fine with me. Because I’m just going to do better and see progress from that point.