Dragged my worthless arse back to the gym today. I haven't exercised since mid-December. In my defence, I did manage to pick up a case of something called 'walking pneumonia' just before Christmas and have only just got the all clear from my doctor last week. It was a helluva thing. Hacking, coughing, spluttering, fever, chills, the whole ninety-nie snotty yards, for seven weeks.
I did a couple of courses of antibiotics, none of which seemed to help. In the end it sort of just burned itself out. Funny thing is, I'm still coughing. The doctor told me that my body has forgotten how to stop. Been taking some cough suppressant trying to give myself a break from it.
I got into a pretty good groove before all this too. I'd just finished the second bar of my brown belt grading for jujitsu. The ladies were travelling overseas. Apart from looking after Thomas all I had to do was write some words and look after myself.
Anyway, seven weeks later, I haven't stepped on the scales yet but I feel like I'm about three or four kg heavier.
Took it pretty easy today, on doctor's orders. Just half an hour on the elliptical trainer and a pretty mild session at that. I felt fine afterwards. We'll see how I shape up tomorrow. I'm really getting to that point in life where, when I put weight on, it really wants to stay.