Days on end

There was a time in my life where consistency and commitment as it relates to my fitness was esentially my superpower.

No days off. Stick to the plan. Fight the voices telling you that you can't, or shouldn't. More than motivated  - dedicated.

Somewhere in the years since, that approach shifted to working, not working out. To being solid for those in my inner circle. And for a good stretches a couple of decades ago, just to trying to keep my wits in the insane environments that I allowed myself to wander into.

One day at a time. One workout at a time. One meal at a time. One step at a time. I'm redirecting some of that power back to where it used to be. And I'll do it without sacrificing in any other area of my life, because I'm older and wiser now.

Weigh day in the morning. Had about 1100 calories for breakfast - baked chicken, a salad, and a bowl of oatmeal. Up to 17k steps this afternoon, will get as many more in as I can before bedtime, and a weight training session sometime between now and dinner. I'll sweat a lot, eat something reasonable, try for a good night's sleep, and see what my effort in the week previous has wrought.