Prior to the wedding, I was a workout machine. I went to the gym religiously on a daily basis and loved the feeling of exercise. I lost some weight and started to tone pretty nicely until the holiday fitness c*ckblock that seems to annually ruin my life and my fitness routine for longer than the holidays actually last. Then, I got whatever revolving sickness that winter tends to bring for the next month or two, and fast forward to now, where I willingly ate 3 fastnachts on Fat Tuesday for the sheer purpose of being fat. I am on a shame spiral.

That being said, I now return to the gym and my fitness routine. It’s always extremely difficult after you take some time off; almost shockingly so, to the point that a 30 minute walk on the treadmill feels like you just climbed Everest and a Yetti ate your legs and came back for a few nibbles on every appendage of your body. After a few days it is as if I never left my beloved gym and I have to tone down the intensity of my workouts with separate yoga classes, for the purpose of just being extremely balanced physically and mentally. That will be in a few days…for now, I sit in muscle torn anguish, bearing the pain of a jerk who just skipped the past month at the gym.