When I say results, I mean - some results, not enough for me to get into yoga pants, but enough that I feel better about myself, slightly.
Motivation has been either full on or non existent. Some days I've been waking up, liftings weights for 30-45 minutes and riding my bike in the evening, and some days I can't find the will to do either. It's a mental battle I'm waging, I know. I have to look at the end goal, and know that every little thing I do adds up, I' just have to do them.
Alright, that was my pep talk to me.
I decided to get the pedals and shoes that lock into each other for a push\pull action on the bike instead of just the push action. They were a bit hard to get used to, but I put them on, and promptly fell over. The instructions can tell you just to twist your foot to unlock, but in a crisis situation, you just think about which body part on the gravel would hurt least. FYI, it was my shoulder.
A long, long time ago, in another life I lifted weights semi-regularly, nothing major, just to do it. I have found out that starting again is a system shock. I have to start remarkably lighter than I had been, I'm sure because I'm Flabby Man at the moment. I've only increased my weights a little at this point, but nothing I want to disclose yet. It's a bit embarrassing, so I'll weight on that (see what I did there?). Eventually I'll share my journey and my progress pictures, but only when I'm super proud of my results.
Until next time readers - keep wishing that I stay upright on the bike!
