Very glad today is a rest day, no calisthenics, no treadmill. I have a lot of ow. I'm having to come to terms with the fact that I cannot do the furniture lifting when we move, between hernia repair and arthritis. It's frustrating me, though, that I finally decide to do something about my physical condition only to run headlong into diminishing capacity. I also feel like I'm malingering, playing up a medical excuse to avoid work. That's probably the toxic masculinity talking.

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