Happy days are here again.
I was getting a little worried that the momentum of tumbling down the slippery slope was too big to interrupt. But I dug my heels in the side of the hill and checked Fear at the door for just a little while so I could have a shot at starting off my weekend on a happy note.
It’s absolutely amazing what a difference Fear (or lack thereof) makes in my life. I know I keep saying it, but honestly, it’s a fucking miracle if you can let that go.
Happy is so much better than Les Miserables.
My workout was relaxing and fun for the first time all week; I deserved a nice gym session, and so did my Coach, who patiently dealt with my moodiness for days.
It was Back Day, and he surprised me by pushing up my weights a little. Maybe my form wasn’t perfect, but I managed, and it felt so good to work hard and take a break from all the bullshit. After a full back circuit, we moved to the floor for his creative ab-killing moves.
It was exhilarating and left me a little wound up.
And speaking of my sex drive…