The past six months have been a blur, to say the least. I look back at my last entry and realize it’s been a LONG time since I’ve blogged.
Things at work are still as hectic as before. Though I’ve settled into the routine, enough to be able to take a step back and breathe a little easier. I’m no longer stressing about having to learn so many new things.
Gym routine is nicely settled. It’s something that happens during the week before work. I no longer have to muster the motivation to go. It’s not a thought, I just go. I love that! Aside from a couple of months where I plateaued, I’m still losing weight. 26lbs lighter and almost approaching the year mark from when I started this journey.
I’m not sure I talked about why I started this journey. I supposed it was sparked by a breakup. No, not some revenge to “get back at them” nor was my weight a factor in the break up. It honestly came down to keeping my mind busy. I wanted to cry. I wanted to get so inebriated I wanted to drown the hurt away, but I couldn’t. I invested myself in a routine to better myself, because I needed the distraction. Plus, I hate regret. I don’t want to look back when I’m in my old age and regret never feeling good about my body.
Regret. It’s been a big motivator lately. It’s motivated me to wrap up a lot of lose ends in my life, and to take more chances. Overall, I’m pretty happy about a lot of things in my life right now 🙂
And here is where regret comes in again…
I miss it. Yes. I’ve been saying it. I need to finish things and I’m making April all about getting back into the “swing” of it. I would hate to regret never finishing the trilogy–or never moving on to all the other “lovely” writing projects I have started. I won’t make any promises of when I’ll finish anything, but I know for April I’ll set aside Sundays as a “study” day; read, write, craft. Just like my gym routine, this too shall set in and hopefully get me back to something I really love.