It’s been a really good week.  Things are moving along at a good pace.  Not so fast that it’s wrecking havoc on my daily life, but fast enough that I’m still acknowledging progress and small successes.

Thursday’s workout went by really fast, but I’m definitely feeling it now.  There were multiple times that I wanted to drop out of the plank, cut my set short, but I didn’t.  It helped to have Tyler standing next to me, challenging me.  With every workout, I’m remembering how strong I really am.  It’s something that no one else can do for me or take from me.  So, right now, when life is pulling at my every seam, in every direction, I can say a big F-U, I’m doing me…at least for 2 hours a day.

Friday I hit up The Myth in Maplewood for the Kip Moore / Jon Pardi concert. After an evening loud music, a couple cocktails and a hot sweaty wall to wall venue of people, it’s tradition to hit up the Taco Bell in Maple Grove on the way back.  Not the case this time.  I thought to myself, “Why ruin a great day of eating with a beefy 5-layer?”  So Muscle Milk and a Protein Pack it is.  #MiniVictory

It’s amazing how quickly I start to crave the gym.  If I could have a session 5 days a week, I would.  I’m such a weirdo. I watch instagram videos, etc of other fitness nuts that are doing killer sets and all I can think is “I’m going to do that. I WILL be doing that.”  My most recent obsession is from @Evan_Physique on Instagram:  Romanian Deadlifts from a deficit.

In due time, in due time.

Today, I’m looking at cash & carry flowers I rewarded myself with and am looking up recipes for the week.  I’m excited for this week.  It will be challenging and I’m up for it.