Third and fourth were a really tough test.
The second day was a breeze and delightfully satisfying. I felt good. I felt powerful and capable. I could even lightly start to feel muscles that were worked on those first couple of days that I haven't noticed in action in a while. The session that day pushed me a bit but I stayed within my weight abilities and it was still in control - I didn't go overboard. I already noticed my appetite spiking up the second day in (which could also be due to the fact that I shoveled 4 separate times our sizable snowfall we had around then too), so I let myself realllly enjoy the food I had.
Then the third day arrived.
I'm a kid at heart. Go figure the title of my first blog would be from a childhood rhyme.
Starting a blog up has been something I've wanted to do for quite a while, but I could never think of anything that seemed worthy enough of creating one for more than a few posts. If I did think of one I thought "well, what's the point?".
Thankfully I'm also stubborn to a fault. Go figure that eventually I make something happen that I want to do.
The other day I shared on Instagram that I was starting up another 90 day challenge for myself. I shared that a few weeks ago while slowly creating and adding new pieces to the budding business, I came to the realization that if I truly, fully, and wholeheartedly want my clients to present in and make effort towards their goals and their programs with me, then it's only right I do the same as well. And I figured, what better way to share with others more in-depth and simultaneously hold myself accountable in the process, than blog about it.
So here we are. Day 1 of 90 days.
Where did this all start though? For a little background on what made me want to do this, read on. Otherwise you can skip down to the lovely picture of me feeling somewhat defeated and internally flabbergasted by today's work-out.