If you want to keep your memories, first you have to live them.
Bob Dylan
Dear Reader,
We survived week one. When I say survived I really mean butchered my way through. There is something in returning to goals past, bringing habits back to life and trying to conquer challenges that is exhausting. For the life of me, I do not remember it being this tiring.
The week started positively. I meal prepped and planned, had my gym sessions mapped out, the daily habits checklist created, and to be fair there was very little on my initial spread that I did not achieve. Except the workouts. I hit the gym on Tuesday, managed some deadlifts and weighted squats but boy did the anxiety take over.
I am going to preface this by adding, if you have read any of my previous posts – you will know I have the best intentions. My brain knows what to do, it knows the rules and requirements for building the perfect body. There are books and books on self-help, create your perfect life, nurture yourself to perfection and then I get in the gym. My heart is thumping, I make it through the front door. I find a quiet room, space for myself – not trusting my self with the machines yet even though I know how to use them. And then – ten minutes in – people arrive. Just people needing space too, mats for stretching, boxes for jumping.
I interrupt my usual program for a mini rant. Doesn’t technology just suck some times. This post was finished, my frustration aired – my story told of the week I have had my successes failures and hatred of dishes. I was just icing the cake when, the cake, much like my failed attempt at life right now, disappeared into oblivion. The epic words, even photographs, stolen from this moment in time by the technology having a mini breakdown. A glitch in the system. The energy to recreate such words has dissipated from my body and I will be ending my tale of woah on this note.
My apologies dear reader, and sincerest of thanks for being here.
Stay tuned next week to see A) if we made any progress on our goals (see last blog) on this restarted journey to being the best version of us we can be, and B) if the tale makes it to the end of the story without a tantrum like a toddler who isn’t allowed ice cream.
Cathartic – Ella leaving you with this image of deliciousness you may never find out the story behind.
Chasing The Dream. 