Back in the saddle?

This week I decided to take my life back from the shadowy way it was going. All the things I could fix would at least be worked on. So Monday I was up bright and early to do a much neglected thing on my list. Rejoin my gym.

If you're on my Facebook you already know about the turtle incident and how that turned what should have been my hour long gym session into a 20 minute one. Turtle rescue is more important and so today I resume my big return to the gym. Take 2!

I'm not getting any younger and my body needs 911! Much exercise and clean eating here we go!

Luckily I started some progress with cutting back coffee in the morning (and all the sweet creamer that goes into it) and I eradicated all ice cream from the premises. There is asparagus, spinach, romaine, cucumbers and carrots in abundance now. I'm not even feeling a sweet tooth in the least and even my one cup of coffee sometimes only gets half drank and then tossed. My body knows what it needs and doesn't.

Starting back into Metabolic Renewal this week as well.

The other thing that needed fixing... My art life. Or lack thereof. So I was hesitant but had to... Cut a day off my part time job to take care of my art, clients and finances. I don't get paid much at part time job honestly and I make more when I paint for my people. I can spend 6 hours there and not even clear $100 or I can spend 4 hours in my studio and make $140. I'm no braniac but the math speaks for itself.

So the point of this blog is to simply mark the new week, new changes and the resolve to START making necessary changes to make my life better and happier. Good luck if you are doing similar things. The hardest part is starting. ❤️

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