I am alive, albeit barely. This work out is kicking my ass again. But my new pants that I bought last month don't fit, so that is lovely. However, my weight has gone up. But I know I am supposed to be measuring how I feel and how I look and how my clothes fit.
And when I do yoga and I lift my arms, I can see my side in the mirror and it looks really nice. Just how I want it to look. Of course it goes away when my arms are down again, but the point is, it's slowly getting there.
I'm exhausted today, so that is all I am writing.