Atrophy

I really haven’t done too much blogging about the fitness thing lately. Unfortunately, my physical fitness has taken a back seat to other preoccupations since December. Although, I enjoyed incredible success over a short period of time, I have allowed myself, to some extent, to fall back into old, self-destructive patterns.

Thankfully, I have not gained back a significant amount of weight (I’m still under 190), but I have allowed my muscles to atrophy quite a bit. This past week, I finally returned to a somewhat normal schedule with my weight training; however, it has been so frustrating to drop down thirty to forty pounds of resistance on most of the exercises. Grrrr. A few of my skin-tight shirts have to go back in the drawer until I can get my love handles under control again. Double grrrrr.

I am sort of working toward a new goal now. In mid-June, I will be on a plane to a conference in Honolulu. That leaves me with little more than a month and a half to get myself in shape. Back to calorie counting. No more Cold Stone. No more caffeine (sniff!). No more trips to my workplace’s third floor to grab a handful of Pepperidge Farm and Girl Scout cookies. No more talking myself out of doing my Bowflex workouts.

I have to do this for myself. I cannot have come this far, only to fall short of my goal. For me to jet off to a tropical paradise and still be ashamed to take my shirt off would be unacceptable. Just fifty short days until Hawaii…