I could say the world is "going to hell" but perhaps it's always been this way and I'm only just seeing it. All I want to do is shout and complain about how exhausted I am, but then I remember all of my Black peers and others who have faced true injustice and can't even imagine how exhausted they must feel.
The other night, I was only able to calm myself enough to sleep by reminding myself that people have survived fascist regimes in the past, and if that's where we end up in the US, maybe we can...survive it? I don't know. It's crazy. I'm afraid and I really feel powerless to make a difference. My exhaustion threatens to prevent me from acting on the things I know I need to do. I hope I can be better than that.
Ok. Moving on to the progress hour.
It might not be noticeable but I have lost about 1/2 inch everywhere, which is pretty cool because honestly this exercise plan has not been challenging at all. I think it's just been practicing moderation with what I consume and just being consistent with my exercise activities. I've been doing a 45 min walk each day, drinking at least 80oz of water, and then either doing yoga, strength training, or cardio (depending on the day).
The plan Is to lose weight as SLOWLY AS POSSIBLE. Good to know I can still have ice cream and make progress. This was from last weekend. YUM.
Just for continuity's sake with these posts. Here's my weight and measurements.
Weight: 185 lbs (down 2lbs).
Oh, did I mention....my Plantar Fasciitis Is (oh I hesitate to get too excited) going away! It's been over a year, but I really have hope.