I’m trying to be more conscious in writing again. I received a sign and dang it…here I am. I made it to Friday. Hallelujah!

Since I last wrote I talked about getting back into walking again because my weight is up and motivation has been down. I have been working so many hours since last fall that I never felt the energy to do anything.

I can happily report I have been walking three times/week since last week. I know…it’s only week 2, but give me a break. I also decided to start my body pump class back up again on Tuesday this week. Even with some travel, I hope to be more consistent.

Welp…I hadn’t been to class in two months. I felt like I was starting all over again. There were so many squats. So many squats. Since I cannot do lunges, I do squats during that time. I lost count after a 100.

BUT…I didn’t quit.

I survived the class and went home.

I woke up the next day a tad sore. Instead of walking, I jumped on the elliptical to reduce impact on my increasingly sore legs. My mind just goes all over the place. Is all this worth it or am I wasting my time? I need testosterone in my body for better metabolism. Getting old sucks.

I wake up Thursday and my quads are screaming like a little girl. There is no sitting on the toilet; there’s only falling back. I have another class tonight…should I not go?

Oh no…I go. I want the torture being in squat city hell.

I decide I’m going to go super light on weights and use tonight’s class more as a stretch out those legs.

I tried to stretch my hip as much as I could. I worry most about that. I thought having hip replacement would give me a new functional hip. Guess that’s what I get for thinking. It hasn’t been roses, but I guess it’s better (different) than before surgery. I guess.

I survived the tormented hell of a million squats and hope it’s all worth it. I sent my husband a “why am I here” selfie before class started. Nobody wants to the see the after…not that the before is any prize.

I woke up today…TGIF…still sore, but today is my walking day. I hope I can walk outside because the sun is shining beautifully already. If not, I’ll step on the boring elliptical. Either way, I’ll do it. I’m still alive..barely. I keep wondering if it’s worth it. I haven’t felt better yet. 555

If I don’t die from squat city hell, I’ll write again. I just hope I don’t drop anything on the floor today or it will have to remain there until I can properly squat down without my loud screams.

Until next time…peace out, Trouts!