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Previously: Part 0: Reckoning , Part 1: Hope , Part 2: Ow, my knees

Presently, I'm starting week 3 of personal training. My weight is going down, my health is (presumably) going up. So that's good. Other benefits include:

  • I sleep better. I've been getting up at 8AM on the dot, which is honestly a very new thing for me; my sleep has traditionally been all over the place and I've been wanting to sleep in late since I was a teenager.
  • Pants are starting to get loose. Pants don't lie, or so they say.
  • I went for a walk for a few km and didn't need my inhaler or feel like I was going to die.
  • I'm progressively increasing the heaviness of the heavy things I lift. This is all being charted on little graphs in a fitness app, so it's nice to see the progress.

I had one mild anxiety experience one day last week, which I won't bother describing in detail, but it wasn't too bad. And I finished the workout session afterward, so kudos to me for that!

Honestly working out at this point feels largely routine. My two recurring thoughts:

  • I'm proud of myself for finally biting the bullet and getting in shape. I feel like good things are in the future. It's only been a little over two weeks and it's already had positive effects.
  • This isn't bad at all. It's an absurdly small amount of effort for a big payoff. It's honestly just routine at this point. I wish I'd started sooner! But that's water under the bridge. Lesson learned.
Posted August 09, 2020 — Brian Carper