Monday was a holiday, the YMCA was close for celebration purposes
I was a bit upset that I had to take a riser off of my step on Tuesday. Dealing with some congestion that meant it was difficult to breath.
Weight lifting on Wednesday wasn’t anything special. Tried to push myself, but found that my technique was lacking a bit which meant I didn’t work what I was suppose to be working, and didn’t feel it the next day.
I was punching the bags so hard at Thursday’s kick boxing that I got and busted a blister on my knuckle. It was really fun. I picture a possible assailant and knowing that I will be able to defend myself if I ever need to (and protect my babies), is a comforting thought and what keeps me motivated to punch and kick as hard as I can.
Friday‘s hiit focused a LOT on the saddlebag area of the legs and buttocks…again. It was significantly easier than it has been in the past, but I think that the instructor was also taking it pretty easy on me also.
I’m not losing any more weight, and I can’t tell that I’m losing any inches (at least around my waist), so I keep telling myself that it isn’t about those things anyways. My husband says he can tell a difference. I have more energy, and I feel happier most days…I can tell that my depression is becoming more manageable. I think that alone is a perk worth continuing for!