Even though I’m
technically not Irish, I always wear green.
I say technically
because, back in the days of slavery, ancestors on my mother’s side were owned
by an Irish plantation owner. Upon emancipation, family came away with that owner's Irish
last name which was eventually buried through females marrying and taking the
last names of their husbands.
No green bagels or
green beer for me today, but I did color my nails and dress in a tee with those
shamrock decorations.
Tomorrow is my second
session with the Personal Trainer.
I walked away from
that first session feeling pretty good, but the aches hit me the day after, and the
day after that. Today is the first day nothing hurt and we’re back at it
tomorrow ─ Monday and then again Tuesday.
I saw results right
away, just days BEFORE that first session, in that ─ after losing 20.5 pounds
in 2017, the needle on the scale in the Game Room refused to
budge.
No matter what I did,
I could not lose, not a pound, not an ounce after that December.
Then, after deciding
to sign up for personal training, I jumped on that scale and was down 5 pounds in one week.
I double checked on the
scale in the Pain Cave, and it indicated I’d lost 6 pounds by then.
It’s almost like my
being stuck since December 2017 was the Universe screwing with me, and when the Universe realized I was serious about the Pain Cave,
it got scared straight ─ figured Oh Snap.
She’s not messing around. I’d better show some progress can be made without all that effort.
Sorry, Universe. Too late. Besides, weight loss is not my goal ─ I’m training for strength and stamina, but I’ll take
it.
You are going to be one heck of a Wonder Woman when yyou are done.
ReplyDeleteLOL. I certainly hope so.
DeleteYour nails look great. I didn't think to do that. It's the little holiday efforts that keep us alive and enjoying life.
ReplyDeleteI agree about the little holiday efforts. Makes life fun. Have to think of something for Easter.
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