To say that I had the shock of my life would be a bit of an overstatement because it was shocking in a way that it was unexpected. I was to put it more accurately dumbfounded, because after having avoided the existence of my weighing machine for the past few days I finally put myself on it, and though weighing machines are never that accurate a representation of weights and health as such I just wanted to know the damages my body had incurred and surprises shall never cease because I near stared wide eyed at my weight that was lost be nearly 2 kilos, and that after a month of excesses and light Pilates workout only.
In an ideal word that would put a smile on anyone's face, but mine was marred by confusion and sadness because I knew the loss was mostly because I'd lost my gains and losing muscles is never encouraging.
Yes there is still some definition but I know where I've lost the tautness and replaced it with some fat.
What does that mean?
Only that I'll have to resume my regime in a couple days or else it'll drive me hella mad.
Yes it'll take a few weeks before I get back to lifting and strength as before but I need to start it all asap, and the more I think about it the more I feel like unfolding my exercise mat and battering my body all over it's surface until my form goes back to its original shape and my weight to its original numbers.
Will, where art thou?
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