It was going good. It was the beginning of 2020 and I was down 35 pounds using the little workout room I had set up in an unused room in my basement (after deep cleaning all the cat mess out). It wasn't anything fancy, just a cheap exercise bike, a decent rowing machine and a weight bench all from amazon. Then some free weights and bars picked up here and there (and an olympic set that was on sale at academy). I was exercising for 20-40+ minutes after work every day and at least one day on the weekend.
Then Covid hit. I was laid off and quickly slumped back into my sedentary lifestyle. Even when I went back to work, some several months later, I still haven't gone back into that workout room.
My job was added on to(factory work) so I moved to another job in the area that has me walking 6-7 miles a night every night. Then my excuse was being 'too tired' to exercise when I got back home. I even bought a treadmill... but the shipping box weighs around 100lb so I haven't moved it downstairs yet.
And then things got worse.
Found out 2 days after my birthday in december that my mother has lung cancer (don't smoke for 50+ years, folks) but was told a few days later on christmas eve that it was the 'slow moving, easily treatable kind'. Fast forward a couple of weeks and 'easily treatable' goes to 'if she gets strong enough for physical rehab first' and then immediately to 'she has weeks to months to live'. A hospice was set up at their house. The stress and grief from that, plus my already sedentary lifestyle, has lead to me eating like a complete and total trash panda. Anything to relieve the stress and get that hit of dopamine for just that relaxing moment, damn the consequences. I was afraid to sleep because 2 days in a row I received phone calls with horrible news. Who knew what I would get the next time I woke? Plus the stress of helping my father with the hospice when I can. Each time I finally start to relax I get a call or a text about something else. During this I'm being laid off a week or two at a time due to part shortages. Even Ford is filling the burn of the computer chip shortage.
I haven't weighed myself, mostly out of shame, but I can feel the difference. Shirts are tighter, jeans that fit perfectly aren't even wearable, etc.
All this being said, I'm typing this complete rambling mess after going to that room for the first time in months and using the exercise bike hard for 20+ minutes. Not a lot, but it's a start.
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