Some days I count the hours until the work day is done. On days like today I count the minutes…
No, I’m not having a bad day today, just a hectic one. And after work tonight The Duane and I are going to meet up with our new “wellness coach” at the YMCA. I am probably going to be exhausted and rubber-limbed by the time I’m done working out tonight, but it’s all worth it.
So much has happened in the past year or so — knee injuries, dad in the hospital, cleaning out his house while he was so desperately ill, the list goes on and on. But I remember when we first joined the gym, and how good I felt after working out, especially as time went on and I got fit. I can’t wait to feel that way again.
The good news is that 18 of the 20 pounds that I dropped that first time has stayed off! The bad news is that what was left has spread outward. I aim to be leaner and meaner by the time I hit the beach in New Zealand in February. Yessir! I don’t want to throw my pasty white American body down on the sand and suddenly hear the “beached whale rescue” horns go off… know what I mean?
Off to the gym now!