So, day three of my renewed commitment to daily exercise; I'm so sore I can hardly move without my eyes tearing up and my language, it has become so... colorful.
A lot of the cursing is directed at how frustrated I am about how weak my body has gotten following just a little over a month without frequent workouts and, while I realize that this will teach me not to slack off again; I feel entitled to a swear word here and there.
Or, you know, every other word. Whichever.
I would tell you that I plan to challenge myself to the 30 Day Shred starting on Monday but, I fear that you have already gotten bored with this topic and, if I were you I would have nodded off at the first word, too, so; moving on.
The Man-Cub has an appointment for his first session of vision therapy today and I am approaching it with cautious optimism; if it works, great! It will totally be worth the money that we are about to
Today is also the first day of baseball practice. Hugh has stepped down from the position of Head Coach to fill the Assistant Coach position-freeing him from the majority of the responsibility of the team. That said; how did I get hijacked into the role of Team Mom, again? Inquiring minds want to know.
On the plus side, Darren is playing for our team this year so Jana will be available to assist me-she'll be the Assistant Team Mom, so to speak. I haven't told her that yet, I'm going to let it me a surprise; I'm a sweetheart that way.
I also haven't told her that she is going to be doing the 30 Day Shred challenge with me yet, either. That's also going to be a surprise; I'm sure she's going to love it.
Oops! Talking about fitness again, wait! Come back! I'll totally change the subzzzzzzzz....