I guess let me get you caught up since my last update. I've still be able to avoid pop...really don't have a desire to drink it anymore, occasionally have a craving for it.
I'm right around the same weight as my last update.
I struggle to stay motivated in a busy life.
First confession...a baby changes everything. With my wife having preterm labor (several different times), going back and forth to the hospital, and then having the baby when it was suppose to come (praise God for that) you can image the loops that had thrown in nutrition and doing workouts. My family is more important so during that time I just got to the gym when I could and would try to eat what I could given the circumstance.
So now a month later...I have two boys under the age of 2. An 18 month old full of energy, and a 1 month old, that while he sleep a lot, still demands a lot of time and attention.
For the past two weeks I've tried to again put more emphasis back on getting to the gym and eating how I'm suppose to. Second confession....I still feel guilty about being away from my family to be at the gym. Granted I always try to go at a more convenient time, like when they are napping, but I switched my routine up again and my workouts are longer, meaning I'm away longer. What am I missing while I'm away?
Bonding time. Smiles, giggles, and belly laughs. Burps. Dirty diapers. Snuggles. Stories. But it has become more real and apparent that I need to be working out to stay healthy. In the long run, I'm trying to make it so I can be around longer for my family, to give them more time with me. And when I am home I have to cherish every moment and make it all it can be with them. I want to look good for my wife. I want to demonstrate healthy habits for my kids, I want them to know that whatever amount of time God grants me with them is so valuable to me. I want them to know that I love them.
