Starting Slowly...Unintentionally

"Alls I got to do is keep bein' a good person. No matter what, good things'll come my way. Everything's gonna happen for me, just so long as I never have no in my heart." - Joe Dirt

I'm a week in and I've gone to the gym twice, but I'm on a good meal plan during the week, although my weekend "plan" really sucks. And according to the scale, I gained weight. I contemplated smashing it with the hammer I always carry around in my car, but then decided I'm not going to let myself get down because of what the scale says. It tells lies.

I did kettlebell on my first day back at the gym. According to MyFitnessPal.com, 60 minutes of that burns 906 calories. That seems a bit high so I try not to fulfill my daily calorie allowance based on that. Especially because I find myself taking frequent breaks during this 60 minutes so I don't pass out or throw up. I'm in terrible shape.


In good spirits even after realizing what terrible shape I'm in.

 I got a new bicycle and helmet (safety first!) and rode it about a mile on Monday before I felt like my legs were gonna fall off. Then I forced myself to take the dogs for a walk after that.



 

Two of three dinguses. Usually I do three separate walks, as I don't have one of them well behaved dogs like on TV who don't pull me down the street. Tsunami only pants after a good walk.

 Tuesday I did what felt like a thousand squats, lunges, deadlifts and ran more than I'd like to in an hour, and now I'm walking like a have a stick up my butt. It's almost enough to call for a gym break, but I'll keep on keepin' on.

Word.