The Shred... again.

It seems my motivation level is even lower than my fitness level. Ugh. I am going to try YET AGAIN to get on track... we'll see how it goes on attempt number three.

Shred day 2

Knees were making really nasty, painful noises yesterday. Took some ibupro and wimped out.

So, here we are at day two. I'm still not fond of pushups, but they seem to be less hateful today.

Shred day... um... aw hell.

Well. I got 3 days in, then we took off to Scout camp for the weekend.

So, here I am at Day One again.

And I still hate pushups.

Day 3 and 4

I HATE pushups.

Shred Day 2

My daughters are watching me sweat it out in the living room. Youngest is running/dancing around. Oldest is taking video and doing colour commentary. I shall watch it later, laugh, and quickly delete it...

The things one does...

I'll be forty. In 2 days.

Since I no longer have any valid excuses to be packing all this junk in my trunk (my youngest is nearly 4!!) it's time I do something to change my shape.

I've started the shred.

This morning when I stepped on the scale I was a juicy 173 lb. Yikes.

Stay tuned...

Un-birthdays

I've heard of people celebrating half birthdays and un-birthdays, but never "other" birthdays. In my family we have one of those.

Every year on the first of May, I remember the day when my sisters and I "got our new baby brother".

Tomorrow is that day. May first. The start of a new chapter for my family and our newest member. I still recall saving every bit of spare change and pooling it with my two sisters to buy a stuffed dog for our new brother. Last time I checked, he still had it.

He's 30 now, and recently has made some really bad decisions about the people he associates with and the way he entertains himself.

After falling off the wagon again, he's looking to my parents for refuge. They're not sure they can handle having him back in their home.

It's not a matter of loving him; they most certainly still do.

All they want is for him to admit that he's an addict and to get some help.

Here's hoping that tomorrow, on his "other" birthday, my baby brother will get yet another chance to start over with the rest of my family.

Here's hoping that he will give himself and the rest of us another reason to celebrate May first.