My body is yelling at me because my personal trainer changed the program and my body knows. I guess it needed the shakeup…..so every time I lift an arm or climb up a stair, my muscles yell loudly at me.
Yes. I am on a 9 week challenge. This is an interesting experience. For me. And despite my muscles yelling at me – secretly I love it. The weight that gathered around my small bones like a heavy winter coat as my relationship died, that has in some ways protected me since – well, I am on a mission to take that old and unneeded coat off and move into a more active and more healthy life.
Use it or lose it!! Cheryl’s passing so unexpectedly this week reminded me how little I have to complain about. I just need a tweak here and there and generally I am sound, hale and hearty. So onwards to the best me possible.
Tomorrow Leonnie (age 15) has day surgery and I have taken a leave day and will be there with her and for her. It means a nice early start ( I am leaving here at 10 to 4 in the morning. ) If all goes well, she will head home around lunchtime and we wait for pathology. That can be up to 2 weeks. Leonnie will come up to my place Saturday for the weekend. Friday night I have another personal training session booked and willjoin the walking group at 7am Saturday morning for an hour with an 11am body combat class. I wonder if I will be able to move on Sunday or if I should take shares in panadol?
Maggsworld 