I do not love the hype around New Years resolutions. They are part of the negative diet culture I try to avoid. Rather, I try to exemplify a positive balanced look at food and exercise for my teen daughter. Try. Some days are better than others.
Today was one of those days that I lived up to that statement. On NY’s coldest day in over three years, I woke up in the deep dark night (5:45am) to meet my new trainer at the gym. I did it, in fact, twice this week. #proud
A digression: investing in a trainer is investing in my health and longevity. I know its not something everyone can do. Up until this point, I was very satisfied with work outs from apps like Workout Women or Sweat.
The past two years depleted my internal drive for many things: including exercise. An appointment with trainer means I won’t roll over and go back to sleep and (!) I use the correct form while working on all muscle groups.
So, it was a good day. A cold one, but a good one. Tomorrow will also be cold. And, achey, but the good kind.
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