I don’t feel like adulting today. So says my brain as I’m interrupted from paying bills by my son who is requesting pancakes.
Belt Promotion
We made it! Red-black belts for both of us.
Mr. Turner seems to think I’ll be testing for my black belt come June… we’ll see.
Connor is surprisingly motivated to prepare for his own black belt test. I suggested that we could practice together to ramp up to the 100 non-stop push-ups we’ll need to crank out, and he was totally on board. He even coaxed me to run a mile with him on Saturday afternoon, since that’s also part of the belt test.
I’m curious to see how long his motivation lasts. (Or my own.)
Twitter Update: FedEx Fail
It’s a good thing this FedEx package is just frozen coffee and not something important.
What Wagon?
Back in June, I started a blog post that I never finished:
It’s not the number on the scale that’s getting me down; it’s the reappearance of my double chin and my spare tire. It’s the added jiggle in places I’d once made unjiggly. It’s the tightness of the waistbands in my work slacks. It’s the fatigue.
At that point, I weighed ten pounds less than I do now.
Continue readingOregon District, Dayton OH
Any other day, we would have perused the second-hand shops, the bookstores, and Goodwill — but we were coming to the close of a long day of driving and funeral and entombment (and finally lunch), and a stroll around the Oregon District was not in the cards.
Perhaps another time.