Feeling the love, not the flame but I am working it.
Wednesday, February 19, 2020
It's got nothing to do with anyone or anything here.
I've been exercising my buns off (I wish).
Walks in malls as it's been too damply chilly.
I've changed up my Monday and ride the bike for 30 minutes then work out in the pool while DH is in the gym.
Wednesday is my Pilates day. Ride the bike to warm up then DD1 wipes the floor with me in Pilates Reformer. How can something so simple looking hurt so good?
Friday is my gym rat day. Finish all the strength training I haven't done during the week.
The other days are combinations of pelvic floor and hamstring PT. I'd like to add another gym or pool day but need to settle into a hard routine with the other days.
A cyst in the back of my left knee tells me it's time to visit the ortho. While my knee doesn't hurt (much) that's a sign arthritis has been aggravated or a tear has occurred. Perhaps I can blame all the stairs at DD2's new house. My right knee is also talking to me but I'm not listening.
For the first time in a long time I'm feeling my weight. While 215 IS high, I'm within my average weight for the past 10 years; this is the holiday 5 I found. I think I'm noticing my increased age. Yep. There's a correlation here, I'm admitting it.
Eating wrong then eating right. I've found new foods, recipes and methods of cooking but I still find those snacks.
Maybe if I write it, I'll deal with it.