I have impressive bulges, but they’re in all the wrong places. Instead of situating themselves on my arms, pecs, calves, and Y-fronts, they’re lumped on my stomach and butt. At the moment, I look like a Michelin Man, but without the vapid smile and bloodless complexion.
It’s been two days since my first “workout.” After 15 minutes of cardio warmup that pretty much had my legs feeling like jelly, I did more legs, then arms, then abs. The training program I got at Slimmer’s came screaming back to me, and it was with that program that I went through the routine.
Two days later – as can be expected from months of relative inactivity – my long-dormant muscles came back to cuss me. My arms ache, my abs ache (even my side-abs; I didn’t even know they existed!), my legs ache. I feel like I’ve been run over by a steamroller. That, of course, didn’t stop me from walking an hour from the office to SM Makati to conduct some errands, and back. At this point, I feel like I’m making real progress. Some of my officemates are saying there’s noticeable change. Yay.
I look at some of my sophomore college photos, and I remember what it was like to be fit. At the end of the year, I promise myself, I will be.
Meanwhile, here’s a sample of some of the music I play on my (U)Nano while I work out. Not a big fan of dance-dance, but pop-rock with beats like this, I like, I like. Call My Name by Charlotte Church is one such track.
[audio:CallMyName.mp3]