Where Did Half The Year Go? – Journey 8
While I’m at it, where did half the day go? I always open this window up around 8am, thinking that I’m going to go ahead and bust out these notes/comments/random thoughts right quick, only to get blasted with work things the moment both cheeks hit my chair. Oh well, I’m here now and that’s all that counts.
It’s August, y’all! As in half the year is gone. As in half of the baseball season is already over. As in it ain’t gonna be but half a minute before football season gets started. (No shit, HOF game is in 3 days. THREE!!) They say time flies when you get old and when you’re having fun. Perhaps I’m doing a bit of both these days.
Let’s get down to business. (I don’t got no time to play around, what is this? Must be a circus in town, let’s shut the shit down on these clowns. Can I get a witness?) Weekend is gone and it’s time to keep it real. The exercise weekend is really only ever one day. It’s Sunday. I make some sort of effort to not make an effort on Sundays. Does it work? No, not usually. Why not? Because there are places to go, things to see, and my house needs cleaned. And no, Saturday isn’t a rest day either. That is an actual workout day for the program. I then follow it up with teaching two hours of pole dancing because I’m a fucking maniac. Those three hours of work meant I could eat whatever I wanted on Sunday though! (Spoiler alert. I ate all the sweets.)
All that being said, I still managed to come off the weekend without having gained a zillion pounds. Any time that happens (and it’s the moon cycle flow), I’m calling it a win. So yep, the last workout of week two happened on Saturday and I’m back at that shit this morning.
Still having my Shakeology. They say it takes 21 days to build a habit, but in this case, it might be less. Now, in all truth, I almost forgot this morning until hubby reminded me. But I am pretty certain that at some point today, I would have remembered. Like when I turn around at my desk and see the big tracker that’s posted on the wall. Or, when I started to crave it. Yeah, that’s a new craving. The whole point is to knock off cravings for sweets and stuff like that, but I don’t go hard for those in the first place. But now, my body is all, hey, gimme all that superfood shit you put with the fruit. So I do and my belly is happy.
Everything else is on track. Weight is good. Mood is good and actually might be getting better. No cravings (except for the shake). Still with near excess amounts of energy, yes, even after 3+ hours of working out on Saturday. Huh, body might be getting used to getting worked again. It’s just missing the flying part to really know we’re putting in work. But hey, maybe I’ll get to that soon too. Cuz I do miss flying. Even though it costs an arm and a leg here.
It’s already mad late in the day and I still have a ton of things to do. This list never ends and I keep tacking shit on at the end like I ain’t got no damn sense at all. A couple hours to go. Git er done.