It’s a new day. And it’s a good day.
Oh I hate the time change and it’s going to take time to recover. But both Ryne and I woke with some ease… so I am hoping that we can kick things up a notch.
I have been getting up a bit earlier and we stretch, run through his katas (for karate, he is a green belt) and then we pick a few cards from a couple different FitDecks.
Some weeks it’s almost daily other weeks not so much. But I think after two days of not so much, we’ll get up tomorrow and start anew. One of my goals is to help him with his push up form and stamina. And to get us eventually to the point to do 50 true push ups. Once he has that down we’ll work on squats and planks, along with whatever the cards throw at us.
I like how my clothes fit today… yes I still have a muffin top but I can easily imagine how much less that muffin top will be in 6-8 weeks. Will I even be wearing these jeans? By that time it might be time again to purge my clothes of too big items.
Will I be interested in more fitted tees? The possibility of shopping with wider options is exciting.
But most importantly, I see a fitter me. One who moves better. And craving the outdoors is more than sitting on the porch but hiking upward in search of new adventures.
I am on my way. Today.