From virtually immobile to gym rat in a week . . . okay, maybe I'm not at the gym that much, but from not at all to four times a week is a significant increase. I have been doing everything from yoga to spin to zumba and it feels great. If I'm under-performing, it is not due to the juice diet, but due to not getting my butt to the gym for two months.This week I'll start running in anticipation of a 5k in April. Since one of my last runs was half marathon in October, I've got to get moving again!
Johnny has started chemo this week. He gets one pill every other day, and half a Pecid AC daily. He is currently residing with my parents as my car broke down on my way to Boston, and you cannot travel with a non-service animal on a bus or Amtrak. He's happily over-eating, and sleeping in the sun on the porch.
I would like to say that things in my life are back on track, but there seems to be bigger challenges around every corner. Everyone goes through rough patches. I get that. But I could really use something working in my favor. Just one area of my life that doesn't feel like a complete and utter disaster that I don't know how to fix. I really cannot keep up with it all. But being on a juice diet doesn't play into it at all. I don't miss comfort food, and I don't miss drowning my sorrows in a bottle of wine. All valid choices in their own way, but just not where I'm at at the moment.
My heart aches . . .
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