I’m just posting this here because I need to get it out there somewhere for a feeling of personal accountability. I don’t take missing a visit to the gym mildly. Between my chronic knee pain (which I’ve had for 16 years or more), borderline depression (took me a long time to climb out and if I trip at all, it will be a long fall), getting older, and just not wanting to settle into a comfortable spot so-to-speak, being active and getting to the gym at least a few days a week is incredibly important to my mental, emotional, and physical well-being.

Tangent complete. I’m benching 75 lbs, squatting 95 lbs now. I haven’t been too active with the deadlifts while I work on fixing my right-sided pelvic tilt. So my benches are up 20 lbs and my squats are up 55 lbs since I started back at the gym in January. Mind you, between then and now I’ve only seriously started going this past month – a cold kept me away through most of February and in January, I was working such a wonky schedule that the gym was closed when I was awake and had child minding. Boo!