My computer chair broke a few weeks ago and - thanks to some admin errors here and there - it took a while to get a replacement. I ordered a new one only to be told that they were out of stock. So then I ordered a different one. It got here in the end and I was able to put it together at least. Putting that chair together gave me an odd shot of testosterone too. I felt great all day.
This did mean I had a few weeks without a chair in my bedroom though, which meant doing my work downstairs. Now, no one in this house really ventures downstairs much unless they need the kitchen areas. The living areas are remarkably unlivable. It turns out they're great for working in though.
I don't know if it was because of some psychological implications, a lack of distractions, or just magical powers, but I'm far more productive downstairs sat in the front room. I burned through work. I considered trying to turn the back room into a study after my experiments but, to be perfectly honest, it would take a lot of work.
So instead I'm going to convert it into a weight room. The problem is that it's going to take a while. The first step in my plan is actually passing my driving test. The second step is to hire a van and clear the whole place out. I can clear out the front room while I'm at it too, and anything else that needs clearing. My dad is licensed to drive a van of course, but he really doesn't like doing it and I'm not going to try and force him.
It'll also take a while to pay for all the equipment. I've got plans for that too though. I even have a few pieces of equipment already.
So the ultimate plan is to do some weight lifting between jobs and just in down periods. If I'm downstairs already then I'm going to be more likely to do it. I know people who do something similar to this and manage to keep themselves in pretty decent shape.
I suppose we'll have to see how dedicated to this goal I still am by the time I've got the money for the equipment. Not to mention the money to hire a van.