I just finished an eight week “health and fitness” stint. Some of my friends and I have a little group to help provide encouragement to each other in this never ending battle to be fit. Some sessions I find success. Others I don’t. This past session was a wash. I ended where I started. Nothing like working for something without seeing results. It’s pretty much the story of my life in recent years.
I’m trying something a little different for August. Instead of bringing left overs for lunch I’m going to do sandwiches.
One more adjustment in the long line of never ending adjustments. Eventually, something is going to work. Until I find it, I just keep plodding along. With intermittent tears and frustration.