Ugh...starting week 3

Okay, I haven't exercised for 3 straight weeks. This has been the longest layoff from activity since college back in 1993. It's been over 14 years of working out at least a couple times a week with at most a week here and there off for injuries or at most 2 weeks off for recovery of a hard race season on the bike.

It really points out how boring my life is when I'm not working out. I have all this free time and I have no idea what to do with it. I've been surfing the web and watching football but that's about it. It's even worse because I still haven't closed on the condo and therefore don't have my TV or DVD collection.

Its so bad I started having dreams about working out. Not dreams about kicking butt in races just simple dreams where I'm on the bike riding hard or running hard. I guess working out is an obsession with me just like eating chips are although I was able to kick that habit so far until after the Ironman. I can just taste those Doritos.

My stomach hasn't shrunk as I still feel hungry most of the time even though I'm trying to eat less but it's hard. I'm also probably eating more junk food now than I was before. I've resorted to eating chocolate and ice cream a few times. Ugh...I've still resisted the compelling urge to eat chips and walked right past them all in the store on Friday.

I go see the surgeon on Tuesday for my followup. I'll get another chest x-ray and he'll hear my lungs and stuff. I can breathe deep right now but every so often my chest hurts just a slight bit. Not sure why, I wonder if it will twinge like this forever.

Oops gotta get going to be a sloth the rest of the day...