And what have I learned? Surprisingly I didn’t put on a gajillion (can’t believe that’s actually a word) pounds. My brain didn’t explode from stress. My blood pressure didn’t shoot through the roof.
I have lost some muscle tone. My already scrawny wrists are even smaller. There’s a bit more squishy around the waist.
But want to hear something crazy? I actually feel good about that. Yes I have lost some of the fitness that I had gained. Yes I have put on some weight. Now it feels as though I have control over it. It’s no longer a desperate almost obsession. The pressure to get in a workout or my cardio would suffer. Cut back on food or I’d put on weight. Have to lift this or run that.
I actually feel empowered, as though running and exercising is a decision I choose to make and not something that I have to do. Now I want to get my shoes on instead of looking at them with something akin to resentment.
Is it just me or does it actually make sense? Has anyone else ever had the same feeling?