Technically I'm a few days older than I was the last time I wrote on my blog. My birthday came and went without incident. Driver's license was renewed at the facility that time forgot. I would swear that when the phone rang (a ring not unlike that of the avocado green colored phone that hung in our kitchen back in the '70s), the person answering would be greeted by Ernestine "One ringy dingy" the phone operator.
The rest of the day was spent with my Mancub. His birthday gift from his dad finally arrived via Fed Ex and he was anxious to spend it. I happily obliged. Then we went out for lunch. That brings me to the next order of business. My diet has been absolutely dreadful for about three weeks. Honesty is the best policy when holding oneself accountable. Since being emotional on video about my 90 day achievement through Power 90 and Turbo Jam, I have fallen off the wagon. Today is the first day of my restart. While I have not gained extra weight, I have not lost any, either. My workouts haven't lessened, however. Turbo Fire sets my soul aflame. It's addictive! My body and heart are thanking me, but when overall fitness isn't the sole goal, it's apparent that what I fuel my body with is ever so important. Not an a-ha! moment. It's more of a 'well, duh!' moment.