I have been back at the gym just two days. And boy, am I paying the price for being absent! My weight gain has reached stratospheric heights, my balance is all off-kilter, my muscles are in knots. Aaarrrhhhggg. The pain, the pain!
Last night I found myself at the door of my usual spa place, begging for a body massage. I think I fell asleep some time during the masseuse’s ministrations. I was drugged by the rush of endorphins. I loved how she kneaded and pummeled all the aches and pains away.
Two days and a lot of achy limbs later, I take stock of my physical future. I really need a change of lifestyle, all this abuse and debauchery (more like gluttony) has to stop. Promises, promises. I promise to take better care of myself. How’s that for a start?