One hundred and six weeks out from surgery, and here are the numbers I care about:
- Weight: 241
Up a pound (HEAVY SIGH GOES HERE). Whatever though. We’ve been hitting the gym every day but one this week. I’m up to 45 minutes on the bike. My goal is to be able to hit 10 miles in 45 minutes and then move up to an hour. The other day I hit 9.77 miles. Once I’m doing an hour without complaint (from the knees, who are total whiners) every day, the plan is to follow it up with strength training. Ultimately, I’d like to be doing an hour of cardio and an hour of weights, but I’m content to let that take however long it takes.
Also, I’m really, really, really hoping that the Delta variant plus fucking idiots doesn’t result in a shutdown again, and that I don’t have to reacquire the daily habit of the gym next spring or whenever. Fucking idiots.
Three things I’m grateful for:
- I really love not being a fucking idiot.
- Even though my weight keeps hovering around 240 (and I still want to get down to 225), I really love how I feel right now. I have more energy every day than at any other time in my adult life.
- The end of the summer semesters. One school just ended last night, and the other ends next week. Grading maelstrom to follow but then a couple weeks of actual rest.
I’m good this week. Busy, but good. I’ve been having several emails back and forth with some people that I’m very excited about, but that’s all a conversation for another time.
Here, have a graphic: