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Addicted

 

Well it's official. I am addicted. Luckily to nothing horrible. It was bound to happen. I'm addicted to the morning walk...the endorphins...the serotonin...the "me" time....the solitude....the music pumping in my ears...the nature I see and feeling like I control my day. 
I'm usually up before the sun and getting as much mileage as my body allows. Sometimes it's more than others but it's always good. I'm going to add in more sprints here and there as "burst" exercises are better for me than long running sessions. 
Yes, even on the weekends I'm out doing it. There is no sleeping in and admittedly I woke up at 2:30am and started having my morning coffee in preparation... Even though I will wait till much later to go out. That's how I know it's an addiction. 
Currently on Week 6 and haven't missed a workout or even postponed it. I showed up for myself and made myself a priority every morning. I am proud of that and so much LESS STRESS invades my world now. This little tweak of owning your day and starting it with a gift to your body, health...it's transforming. Shown here: 6 lbs down and inches lost everywhere.



Stuff I've been working on at the jobby. My days are filled with sanding, staining, spraying, gilding, finishing, repair and decorative painting and generally bringing life back to stuff.
Tools of the trade!
Finishing a commission today so I can get to art making already! I desperately need to paint my art and will be doing that today.
Reward for hard work! I'm doing a lot of seafood of late when I get a chance for a splurge. These fish tacos from Flying Fish are loaded and usually explode all over you in the first bite. Not complaining 😂
My own food ain't too shabby! I'm doing more mindful eating and proteins and vegetables are the main stars with some little carbs mixed in there. I've been good about snacks and sweets and my cravings for stuff are way down. 
I'm trying to be a lot more careful than my younger self and wear protective gear likes gloves instead of letting solvents absorb into my skin. Also wearing the "Covid" masks helps cut out some fumes from these things. My paint respirator (not shown) was bought after my first round with pneumonia which I have suspicions was caused by years of painting in a bandana and affecting my lungs. Kids, don't play with your health... You are actually not invincible. 
So just a snapshot of my life at the moment...working, being safe, taking care of me and my body and mental health. Slowly transforming everything for the better in the middle of the biggest shit show we've ever lived through. I hope everyone is thriving best they can.

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  1. Very inspiring! You're doing what I should be doing and I absolutely love your taste in cuisine! I try to eat healthy but I don't like cooking for myself really. It's amazing what you're getting done and still having time to cook those gorgeous dishes! Keep it up!

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  2. Thank you so much!! 💪 Finding time is the hard part!

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