The Gym Resurrection

Headline today is barely worht farting about.
Weigh-in: 17st 7 - a whole whopping quarter-pound in the right direction. Walked round the lake with Ma this morning, and managed five revolutions.

Did the weigh-in, told Wendy.
"Meh," she said. "You're not doing the right stuff. Should be doing more weight-based stuff, and resistance work."
"Meh," I retorted. "Walking and biking got me further than I am right now the first time, so ya boo sucks to you with weights on."
"Wwwwwhatever," she said. "Works though. Just sayin'"
I just said nothing from my position of weakness and entirely pathetic weight loss.

By an entirely uninteresting coincidence, I've been trying to return a call to the gym for a few days, because they want to "renew and review" us. Got through to them today.
"How would you say your weight is now compared to when you started with us?" they asked.
"Dreadful," I admitted.
"How's your physical routine now?"
"Ugh..."
"Activity levels?"
"Crappy, really..." I admitted.
"When did you come to the gym last?"
"Errrrrrm..."

It's kinda like the universe is trying to whack me round the head with the need to step it up a notch.

Ma is on a pre-planned trip away from tomorrow. Bit nervous about her going away just five weeks after surgery, but there it is.
So tomorrow...I'm gonna go back to the gym before work. S'gonna hurt like a sonofabitch.

Happy now, universe?! (Shudders...)