I realized something: I enjoy exercise. 

All the times I swore up and down that it wasn’t a thing. That I didn’t like it. Girl, lying to yourself. The truth will come out! LOL

After Chicago, being sick last week, and breaking routine… it was a perfect opportunity for me to see how much exercise became a part of my life. I missed it! Sleep wasn’t as great, food wasn’t as fulfilling and my overall mood wasn’t as good as it could’ve been. I noticed. I noticed me noticing. 

I accept it. 

I guess I should change my blogname. ❤



So it has been a full week. Again! 

I need to remind myself that even though the routine has been broken, it doesn’t mean all is lost. It doesn’t mean that I am a failure. It doesn’t mean my food choices have to go to shit because we made a few poor decisions while we were traveling and at conference. 

I am happy to see small changes in my body. Funny thing is, they aren’t small. They are great changes but it is still a bit hard for me to fully accept it. One day. One day I will be both proud of myself and actually see the changes that everyone else sees. I have hope.