chapter 5 after the sprain

I could not believe how unfit I had become after my groin strain injury. I knew I had to amend my exersise regime a little to avoid further injury, but I didn't think I could lose fitness so quickly. I was jiggered when I had finished my workout.
Lesley was at home waiting for me. She had a refreshing drink ready and she told me my dinner would not be long.
I plonked myself on the sofa. Tomorrow I would be suffering. I could already feel my muscles tightening up. Nevertheless, I would have to return to the gym tomorrow. I couldn't take a day off, already.

I had secretly enjoyed my rest, sitting around doing nothing. But I was not active at work either. I didn't have an energy sapping hobby at the weekend. I had to go back to the gym.

It had been a good idea to give the buffet restaurant a try. The food was a much better quality than he thought it might be. It was exceptional value and it became even more value for money the more you ate.
Now I was almost back to normal, I did not have to rely on Lesley's choices for him. On our last visit, i had chosen all the wrong foods. There was so much to choose from and i didn't want to miss out. I wanted to try new things.
After finishing a heaped plate full, i had felt so stuffed full. The guilt had set in almost straight away. I watched others go backwards and forwards to the buffet. I watched them eat, then head back for more. How could they be so gluttonous?
I was so full i felt nauseous. I had contemplated going to the toilet and bringing it all back up. But that was wrong. So, wrong. Those tactics could only lead to destruction.
I would simply have to work harder when i got back to the gym to work it all off. Now i was finding out that i was going to have to work even harder than i had envisaged.

It took him weeks to regain my fitness. I ran for five minutes extra every day to counteract what i considered to be my greedy binges at the buffet once a week.
The trouble was the food just tasted so good!
I'd been on such a restricted diet for so long that I found trying any new foods was exciting.
I tried to imagine what it must be like to completely let yourself go and eat whatever you liked, whenever you liked. Oof! I would end up like a house end in no time! At the same time, I was envious of anyone who could have that kind of freedom.