I have a confession to make. The last time I went to the gym was the Friday after Thanksgiving. It has been 10 days, and now I have a chest cold and almost no motivation to go. Cardio work would be miserable, and I can’t help but feel like I have lost so much of the progress I made over the past couple of months.
I had made so much progress. I had gotten my bench press up to 250. I was up to 20 minutes on the eliptical. I could do a set of 150 jump ropes without having a brain aneurism. I was able to do 60 sit ups on the decline bench. I was feeling better, and now its all slipping away.
I’m not sure what happened. I was growing frustrated by how exhausted I would get after working out in the morning, so I tried working out at night more often. The problem with that is there are a lot more excuses not to go at 5:00 p.m. At 5 p.m. I need to cook dinner, or spend time with my daughter, or work on a Bible study or on the bulletin. At 8 a.m. there isn’t much else to do. The problem is that when I went at 8, it wiped me out for the day.
I thought it would get better after getting my CPAP machine. This is a thing that helps me sleep. It turns out that I stopped breathing over 100 times in an hour. Sleep apnea can be deadly, and if it doesn’t kill you, it can affect your short term memory, heart condition, energy level, and weight. I got my CPAP machine, and I could tell an immediate difference in my sleep, but I am still not comfortable with it.
The frustrating thing about it is that we decided to go all in and buy the yearly membership. Since she wrote that check I have not been back. I need to wake up and start getting this done. I have no excuse, and this confession is cathartic. I might not be able to work out tonight, but I should. And I am going to go in the morning. I am.
The Fat Pastor 