After a week of "trying to get back into" doing some exercise, I had my checkup with the gym's doctor this morning. And after taking my pulse, getting me to do various exercises, checking my blood pressure and measurements and whatnot, she basically declared that I'm in a hell of a state. There appears to be very little salvageable.
So I thanked her, and went on and did day 1 of my new routine.
I'm still not entirely sure how I've got myself into going back to the gym. It's honestly the most boring place on earth, and I don't think that anything will or can change that. I have a vague idea that I'm going there to improve my figure, and get rid of the gut that has been creeping up on me, but at the same time, I'm fatalistic enough to believe that I won't really be able to change anything, in the end.
All the same, I carry on, on this treadmill from here to eternity.
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