So I hit my home gym for the first time in nearly 1 year.
I am lucky and have gym quality equipment in my home including a Life Fitness Recumbent exercise bike and TechnoGym Top XT
What a revelation.
In the past, even at my heaviest weighing over 127 kg, I would use the gym 3 to 5 times a week and if I missed a week or two, I would immediately notice the loss of fitness.
On Sunday, I was cycling like I had just cycled the previous day and not the previous year. My legs felt so light on the pedals – the effects of having lost 35 kg since the last time I cycled. I was singing to ABBA, truly in my element.
I hit the gym again yesterday and same as Sunday, 10 minutes on the bike and 10 minutes on the Top XT (which is like cycling with your hands). I had intended to eat little bit more protein as I still don’t believe it is OK to gym on the 810 calories I’m on but I was busy and didn’t.
I have missed fitness.
Oh how I have missed my gym.
I had one of those weekends when it would have been great to have had a man around the house but I don’t and I coped just fine.
Massive water leak in my downstairs toilet, sitting room and corridors. I knew the stopcock for the water was in a kitchen cupboard but I couldn’t locate it.
My next door neighbours who have been very kind to me, came to the rescue as we tried to locate the stopcock. I thought it might have been covered by a kitchen cabinet panel which my neighbour unscrewed and voila.
With no water off, my kind neighbours offered to get me some fish and chips as they figured I wouldn’t want to cook. I declined gratefully. I cooked.
And then started my Saturday night. Plumber arrived, claimed it was a gas pipe or underfloor heating causing the leak and said that I needed a gas engineer.
Gas engineer arrives a couple of hours later, destroys my wall and paintings getting to radiators, says boiler pressure is fine, and that I needed…a plumber. He warns me that my new expensive amtico floor will have to be destroyed to locate the leak.
Fuck. I can’t afford to replace floors.
I waited until nearly midnight for the plumber to return and I called to be told he wasn’t coming. He would call before coming the next morning…but that was of course too much like hardwork, he just turned up at my door around 8, waking me from a dream where I was hugging the soon to be ex sister-in-law I’ll most likely never see again in my life and kissing her son, my much loved nephew who sadly I may never see again.
The plumber returns and says being Sunday, nothing could be done and I have to wait for Monday for thermal imaging to check where the leak was coming from.
I elect to have the water turned back on and to watch for leaks. I can have a long shower and flush toilets and live in the 21st Century.
Monday arrives, I’m told the thermal imaging will come Wednesday but at least I have running water.
But who cares about all that? I’ve re-discovered the joy of exercising and feel like I have a good bit of my old life once again.