>>76529939
>be me, 33 year old boomer
>severe brain damage from infection a few years ago
>slowly recovering from looking like a WW2 POW and almost dying
>tired as fuck for 3 years, used a cane the first year.
>heal some issues but extreme fatigue remains
> learn that its due to deconditioned heart a few months ago and shotty nervous system
>eureka
>start training my heart by doing recumbent biking and rows
>body feels like a 100 year old model T waking up from the dead
>pulse goes whack or almost pass out sometimes when pushing past new plateau, just stop and try again another day, but literally idc if I die but also doc said its fine
>energy levels explode
>gaining muscle like crazy because for some reason the infection spiked my testosterone like mad, maybe my body upped it to keep some muscle mass while sendentary
>filling out like crazy in just two months, friends noticing and women miring
>can feel beginner gains slowing down, but hey, have so much energy now, very happy :)

Feels like I'm coming back out of the void. Things aren't perfect but I want to look eren jaeger mode.

>>76508596
>Wake up first thing in the morning, get my tiny cast iron that I eat from every day for the past few years
>work from home, big apartment, sun rays hitting my small kitchen through large windows
>heat up LARGE STEEL CUT OATS on medium heat for 5 minutes, not minute oats, because I have patrician tastes
>haven't eaten slop from a "breakfast" cereal box in over 10 years (okay raisin bran is good too tho)
>oh, can't forget to heat up some orange pekoe tea on the kettle
>Out of frozen berries, rats.
>Instead of my usual frozen berries and semi-sweet chocolate + coconut oatmeal I switch it up
>today it will be ripe banana, honey, and a bit of brown sugar plus cinnamon
>cut up the banana with my honed sharp kitchen knife that I use to cut fresh fruits and veggies every day
>add them in the hot oatmeal
>pour myself some hot tea, in a double insulated cup so that I get a nice luke warm feeling as I grasp the cup and not burned.

It's the little things. Rushing in the morning is for plebs