Habit making

Welp, I just realized I’ve gone four days without exercising.  Actually. Four months. Ish.

But I also have a Top Gun nod in one of my puzzle rides, sooooo…

My habit making effort lasted about 10 days. I’ll try again-if at first you don’t succeed, try, try again.

Which has pretty much been my life for the past five years?!

Note the little 🔒 beside the date. Facebook is my online diary; sometimes I post things just for me.  This, however, I reflect on for the better: “But maybe.”

Puzzle Rides was still in its infancy, not making enough to cover its own expenses. Gregg’s brain injury still consumed our days (lol, kinda still does…) For the first time in my life, I was fighting depression, having been banned from all in-person medical care and public in general. 

“But maybe.”

Maybe love would conquer the hard days (two and a half years later, some days are still very hard. Overall, however - so much better.) Maybe the attorney general’s office would help (lol-finally!!) Maybe my little company would work (spoiler - it pays all our bills and we are looking to expand! Come join us, no golf cart required yet!)

My depression broke when I played a worship song I heard at Abbie’s baptism on repeat - My Shepherd - which is simply a version of Psalm 23.  It begins “IF the Lord, you are my shepherd, what shall I fear, what shall I want.”

IF.  But maybe.

It’s a choice.

A choice to choose to walk in love. A choice to work hard to grow a business. A choice to stay when it would be easier to go. A choice to choose the promises of God-IF He was my Shepherd…you see, it’s a choice to be shepherded.

For a week, in my office I played this song.  At the end of that week, Gregg lost his job.  We rushed the opening of Puzzle Rides Scottsdale.  My days filled, and my mother died. My father came, the business grew. I changed, for the better. Then my daddy died, and sorrow struck. 

Along with this crazy thing called menopause.

And I gained ridiculous weight after having lost a significant amount…despite not changing anything. 

Thankfully this guy doesn’t say a word about it-even with a brain injury he knows to keep quiet!! 😂

So habit making?

I’m really wretched at it.  

Really wretched.

Now let’s chat about menopause.

It’s 4:22am right now, and I’m drenched in sweat.

Supplements worked for a few months, then completely quit working.

So what to do?

Wait for the dawn for one…

Well, I guess I need to start exercising again.

I’ve gone back to the pool.

It’s indoors, which isn’t ideal, but it’s close. The Buckeye said he’ll go with me; except he’ll go workout.  So I’ve gone now, twice.

They don’t allow phones on the pool deck. 🙄

And my kicks aren’t right and my swim caps don’t keep out water.

But I’m not a blonde, sooooo

And I had a motorcycle accident when the bike fell on me and now my thing is banged up…

My biker hubby took me to go watch planes for lunch!!!

But I’m at it. Again.

I like repeating visits to the Open. Gyms? Not so much.

Anyone want to take bets how long this time lasts?

😂😂😂