I have been feeling  off since the 12th.  Not totally horrible, just not well.   Quite a few headaches.  More tired.    I feel great until around mid-day, and then like deaths warmer cousin.  It's likely 'just' fatigue.

But I can't seem to shake it, and a week of going to bed at 8 PM hasn't fixed it, so I am taking a 1/2 day sick day and going to bed.   I am hoping that 3-4 hours of sleep this afternoon and another early night, will fill the energy-bank enough to kick-to-the-curb whatever it is that's getting me under the weather. 

It took a lot longer than I expected.   I joined the gym nearly 2 years ago...and still have a way to go to "fit".    I have come a long way, though, and looking at the transformation, it still seems like a big accomplishment.   There has never been anything fast or easy about it... Just steady, incremental progress.   
When I think about how many choices I had to make the last two years that added up to this.... The good and the bad.... It's a wonder I made it.  I couldn't of done it without encouragement of an amazing PT who helped me the movements,  manage the progress, and probably most importantly… Have fun (or something close to it ) while doing it.   
The mavens encouraged me too.  I'm lucky to have such good girlfriends.  

And Garth has been amazing.  He's been a cheerleader,  but has also helped managing food, encouraging me to prioritize the gym... And listened to me go on and on about powerlifting.  
But the truth is and I say this without an ounce of either shame or pride.... Mostly this was ME. Of course of course I couldn't have done it without the support mentioned above ...for sure.  But I did the work.  I made those choices.  
Ok; so I take it back.  I AM PROUD. Blessed and proud.

It's been a few weeks since I have written.  It's weird;  I enjoy it, and yet when I stopped for a bit (some business travel had me busy), it was not something I craved to get back to.  I was worried that the same may happen to the gym. That I might have lost the love for it.

As it happens, I didn't.  Friday was tough:  struggled with everything.   Saturday was better. And today, while not a heavy weight day, felt like old times.  Back in the saddle. Add whatever euphemism here.  I really missed it.  And it's so good to be back.

Back from business trip and went to my local club tonight.  While the gym at the hotel was surprisingly good, tonight had something that it didn't.  Mine-ness.  I'm glad to be back.