Monday Morning of Thanksgiving Week

The cold brew is fresh. 

The oatmilk is creamy. 

And I am ready for a great and healthy week.

Am I cooking all manner of Southern comfort food for the holiday? Yes.

Am I intending to eat and enjoy it? Also, yes.

I'm fitting my training into my schedule like a baby fits a bottle. It's vital. I can almost feel myself (ya know the old me) back in the game. That's all a few good exercise sessions can do for a girl!

My weekly training plan is already out of the window because the forecast is calling for storms on the day I want to go to the gym so maybe I'll adjust and go later today.

Why is this important? 

Well, I can only fit really a few pieces of clothing that I can exercise in. When I exercise at home, I can wear whatever I want to. Now I will have to shower and change into something that a) matches, and b) can be worn in public. lol

I most likely can't get out the door to go until around 12 or 1 pm so that also throws a bit of wrench in my "get up and get it done" plans. 

But, I'm remembering to tell myself that I am capable of unearthing the real me. Just a few short years ago, I was training twice a day and LOVING every second of it. 

Yoga. Walks. Hikes. The gym. Etc.

I've always loved having equipment at home, but I need that separation of space. I need to get into a building where ALL I have to do is exercise. NOTHING beats that feeling for me.

With an anxious brain, and a stressful life, exercise becomes medicine. And no one would tell a person to skip meds, so I never let anyone tell me that I workout too much or try to make me fearful of overtraining, etc. 

I'm a smart woman. I didn't run 10 miles a session, or bike for hours, but moving my body was therapeutic and I am starting to remember that now and it feels great.

I'll report back on what I decide to do regarding my training tonight here on my online diary/blog. 

I'm so happy that I have one reader now :) 

So, whoever you are out there... I'll keep posting just for you.