J dragged me away from my desk to go to the gym this morning, and I did an easy lifting workout. I don’t feel bad for skipping some things; I feel like my body would benefit from a little break so I’m still doing less and focusing on working the things that need to get stronger for balance, then restoration, stretching, foam rollering. I’m kind of tired of living my life in a constant state of soreness.
I couldn’t help but step on the scale at the gym– and nothing had changed. I walked away repeating the line from the Talking Heads song, “Same as it ever was… same as it ever was…”
Running While Fat 