Play+Work+Lazy Bones

Productive week at work, got a lot of projects turned in. You wouldn't know there was a pandemic going on because our work has not stopped. Having fun gold leafing, distressing, glazing and painting up beautiful things. I'm going to start watching tutorials on processes I need to learn...like water gilding. So much to learn and eager to learn it.

My work table is usually a golden mess ☺️

"Distressed" lamp bases are meant to look weathered so after leafing they get roughed up!

It's Saturday and I'm ready to take my next pound down. I've completed my first week of Metabolic Renewal workouts and so far I'm seeing some cravings curbed and I am surprised that I am not even hungry at night. I can eat dinner at 5pm and not even be ravenous the next morning when it's shake time at 9am. That's a good 16 hr fasting period and it's not even part of the program. It definitely helps to not get those late night snack attacks! I'm retraining my body to use it's fuel and hopefully tap into it's fat stores since it's burned up it's glycogen for the day. The third workout had me pouring sweat and although you are hating it in the moment...it's a little addictive to do such a good thing for your health. Today is walking session and hopefully some disc golf. 🌞

I've got a new hotel project to design for, a gold leafing commission and my own work to jump into so my weekend will be business and pleasure, as usual.

Hoping you all are having a lovely weekend filled with things you enjoy and a good dose of being a lazy bones... That's part of it all too, y'know ? 😉

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