#75Hard Day 2.
I’m grateful (see? I found something already).
Talked to my kids last night. I always find myself missing them when they aren’t here.
In my post divorce world, they’re only a mile and a half away but it might as well be worlds apart.
I talked to my daughter last night and it was just a really great conversation.
Then my boy got on the phone too and it was the same.
No I miss you”s. I know they do. And they know I do. But real world shit. Stuff about their day. And about their friends.
Maybe this really will work.
Maybe they’re really ok? Maybe I didn’t really let them down. I’m grateful for that conversation and that it’s my weekend with them and I get to go pick them up after work today.
SO, it’s a damn fine day.
Even if if it’s 6am, and my outdoor workout for the day is now complete. At 5am. In the rain.
Why you ask?
Because I want to be better.
And I already feel better today. I feel sharper. I just feel better.
Sure, it’s the endorphins, etc that get released when you workout. I get that.
I just don’t give a fuck. I feel better. And that’s the point.
Still disgusted on the progress pic but I doubt that shit will ever go away.
After all, I am my own worst critic.
Today’s weight – 269 even.
That number still pisses me off. BUT – it went in the right direction and that’s a WIN! And for that I am grateful.
It’s 11:20pm and I am just now completing my reading.
That’s another day of #75Hard completed and in the books.
It’s my weekend with the kids so they’re my main focus right now.
But damned if my daughter didn’t surprise me tonight. I stopped my workout for 3 minutes to help her with something, and she then proceeded to tell me I needed to workout for an additional 3 minutes in order to not cheat myself on the program.
Gentlemen … they are watching.
We MUST lead by example.
I’m proud of her for pushing me. And I thanked her for that. It seems like such a little thing but man I’m proud.
Off to bed. I have work to put in. Early.