Checking in. Am alive. Few major setbacks in the last couple of months but altogether the trend is onwards and upwards.
Have thrown out my scales. As in literally in the bin. I find weighing myself just depresses the F&%K out of me. Last time I could focus on the readout through the cloud of shame it read 118.
Family life has been stupid busy getting ready for my wife's sisters wedding. Event was on family's property, so loads of work to do. Worth it though, went off without a hitch, great times. Sweated of a few kegs doing manual labor around the place. Managed to twist my gammy knee so badly I could barely fit my fancy trousers over it. Still limping.
Work is wrist-cuttingly stressful at the moment. Would gladly tell them to go f&%k themselves if I wasn't a slave to the mighty dollar.
Getting consistent rides in is straight up impossible. Realistically averaging one a week, 10-15k loop around Parklands.
On the plus side, have made real gains on the diet front. Am staying strong and eating well. Trying to transition to almond milk from full cream moo juice at moment. It's not bad but still miss a nice creamy Guernsey latte in the mornings.
To all the legend bros who offered to take me out riding, I'll be making contact over the next couple of weeks. I've scheduled some time off work and the wife is super supportive of me getting some proper km's done.
Peace humans, love you all.