Today marks my return to the gym.

How long has it been? Honestly, I do not know... probably about five years. Too long.

In the interim, there has been an occasional yoga class, and walks along the trails, yet nothing regular or concrete.

However, utilizing my old workout notebook, I was pleased to find I was able to return to my baseline weights and reps. As my former trainer used to say, your body remembers.

At least I’m moving forward. It’s long past time I should be taking care of myself. Yes, I’d like to get into the cult of crossfit*, but I felt it was necessary to join a gym and commit to my former training regimen first... to ensure I will stick with it before agreeing to something more expensive—and ass-kicking.

I have also begun new lifestyle product. I’ve chosen not to share which one, as I’d like to see how it goes before I begin promoting it... if I choose to at all. I will say that my naps are fewer and less frequent, and my appetite is definitely reduced.

Hell, I couldn’t even finish yesterday’s peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

Then there’s Dr Pepper... what have you done to me? We shall see.

Hopefully these steps will help my discover my joie de vivre. I definitely deserve it, as well do all of the ladies in my life.

One moment at a time. Shoulder day is finished, it’s time to run home and take care of a few projects there.

What i'm listening to:

Are We in Love Yet?
Shakespear's Sister
Hormonally Yours