It's November. Some call it Level 11 of Jumanji or whatever. Covid? Still a thing. With winter approaching I can't help but wonder what will happen next.
We still don't know who the next president is. I've taken to avoiding reading social media posts saying this or that. I'd rather know for sure rather than sit and read all the arguments and articles projecting one or the other as a winner. I have friends that are Republican and I have friends that are Democrat. I don't post anything political. Safer for my sanity, I think.
Covid-20. Still a thing. I worked so hard two years ago to lose the weight I'd gained. I even a few months ago started working out at home. But I don't even know what happened. Stress? Nerves? Something in the middle? I don't honestly know, but I don't like the fact that I've gained back every pound that I lost between November 2018 and June 2019.
And originally, I wasn't going to face the gyms until we could workout without having to wear a mask. But I'm desperate. Desperate to get back to where I was number wise last summer. Desperate to not gain back anymore of the weight that I'd lost. I know a lot of it has to do with food, and I'm not one of the healthiest. And I am one of the pickiest.
Blink Fitness, my gym, let me freeze my membership when they opened back up. I plan, next week, to go and unfreeze it. I know I'll have to take it slow - I don't need to pass out or get dizzy - but I need to do this.
So, you're invited to follow along, or not, on this journey that I'm going to embark on. I'll post when I go to the gym and my experience as someone who has Migraine Associated Vertigo (I've had it since I was 11), and how working out with a mask on affects me. And my experience going from what I weigh now to hopefully a lower number.
See ya on the flip side (probably Monday or Tuesday)
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