Curgoth (curgoth) wrote,


I made it to the gym 4 times this week. Monday night, my legs were sore, and I ended up stopping fairly early in. The other three nights, I made it through about 3 hours each, so I spent 10-11 hours at the gym this week. And, yeah, I feel good about that, and my body feels good - my good friends the endorphins are back. The regular "body combat" cardio class got cancelled tonight, and was replaced by an impromptu class by one of the trainers, a senior citizen former olympic boxer who used to train the British Special Forces in unarmed combat.

On the other hand, I am having a moment of doubt tonight. I mean, that's quite a bit of gym time, right? I'm still not sure I'm doing enough, though. I'm not as strong as I want to be, and I can't do as much as I want to be able to do. I'm also still too fat, and that's a medical, not qualitative opinion. The fat, I know I'm going to have to get rid of by watching what I eat, and I haven't been doing a good enough job of that.

I guess I need to revisit this in a while, as a sanity check - how much is enough? How hard can I push myself, and how much of my life am I willing to put into this to reach the (ultimately arbitrary) goals that I have set for myself? How realistic am I being about my goals?
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