Spent an hour complaining to my trainer Chris G about how much I hate working out at the gym. Thankfully he wasn’t entirely there today, so he let me bitch and moan, and then my quarterly exercise meltdown was over almost as soon as it began.
Busy daddy is taking the boy for a quik-e swim at the (indoor) pool while I go get my annual physical.
Here’s what different from last year: less work-related stress, fewer pounds to carry around, and more dadhood-related confusion.
What’s for breakfast? Orange yogurt smoothie, the breakfast of champions.