I got my lazy arse to the gym today. That's once this week. That's once last week. It's not enough. I must go more often. I don't know why I can't, I don't find it hard once I am there. It's just getting my shit together and getting there. (It literally only takes a short walk)
I was pretty much the only one in the gym. The cute instructor was boxing when I got there, but he stopped almost immediately after I got there.
I did take the dogs for an hours walk on both days, so that must count for something, I guess. Although, they are more about sniffing and pissing than they are about exercise.
My ex, Mark, has made a slight improvement. At least that is in the right direction. What else can I say? It is still a waiting game, it would seem.
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