After a couple months of sitting around and feeling sorry for myself, I've decided my mourning period is over. Spent a week in Albuquerque this month and did some biking (which is huge out there) on mountain trails. The altitude murdered my ass but it was actually really good because it made me realize how out of shape I am.
Now I'm back in KC, renewed my gym membership, 'bout to get jacked, yo.
Trying to reconnect with old good habits I used to have: Immediately working out after getting home from work instead of sitting down, eating healthier, completely cutting out sweets, and saying goodbye to Jack and Coke (the Coke part, I'll still chug some Jack).
These aren't necessarily "gains" as far as packing muscle, but I'm 5'11" 190 LBS, I don't really need any muscle, just some tone. It really can't be said enough how much better I've felt in the last couple weeks by being more physically active. I'd urge anyone on the fence to just go out and do it, whatever "it" is.
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