Oh, man!
I woke up sore, this morning 😱 - but, the house is cleaner & refreshed 😊, after the full body workout house cleaning I did, yesterday:
SERENITY SUNDAY~Gen Jones/Self-Care 2026; Castle Rock-WA: https://roadgypsiesvalandholland.blogspot.com/2026/03/serenity-sundaygen-jonesself-care-2026.html
I was up early; Holland has an early ⏰ medical appointment ⚕️, so I was up to see him off … mentioning my sore knees "from being on my feet 3 hours straight yesterday, cleaning - and also climbing the little ladder, running up and down the stairs, cleaning rooms upstairs; but actually, they hurt because there's too much weight above them 😟"
I was throwing a hint that fatty fried foods 🥓🍕🌮🍗🍔, and sugar-laden snacks 🍪🧁🍰🍩, need to be curbed ❌: it doesn't do either of us any good at all, to fast for 2 or 3 days a week 📅📌 - if he's going to be bringing home a 24-pc. Kentucky Fried Chicken Bucket & a dozen Heavenly Donuts (or load the pantry up with cookies & fruit pies) the very next day to replace (and usually exceed) those calories shed during the starvation days!
While he was gone & after my morning coffee ☕️ had been drained while I watched busy traffic from my dining area window, and contemplated the budding new week … 🤔
… I decided that I was not going to let soreness rule the Day; I was going to limber up & shake off yesterday's muscle burn, with a short light upper body workout 🏋️♀️
My muscles were already sore.
Following the dumbbell sets, I pulled my mini cycle out, and spent some time doing that:
Holland returned home just as I was putting my mini cycle back in the bunk room … and wouldn't you know it … he walked through the front door with a dozen donuts.
200-300 calories in each donut 🤨
His knees ache 😟
My knees hurt 😔
Aside from the wet 💧, chilly 👕 WA State weather - we are entirely too fricking fat 🧐 because of his southern eating habits! It doesn't matter how I try to incorporate some dietary discipline into our eating habits - he will plow through all my objections to fatty & sugary foods, and with hard-headedness 🥴, continue forward with habits that no longer serve: he is not working now = he is not burning the calories away like he used to do. I am not hiking 4 hours anymore = I am not burning away the calories like I used to. We have lived a pretty sedentary lifestyle 🥔 these 3 years. Our knees are rebelling against all the added weight & he is totally ignoring 🙄 the need to curb bad eating habits.
So, I guess - with all the workouts I'm sticking to - I'll just be a solid chub 💪 with sore knees 🤦🏻♀️, instead of a flabby chub: and tune out his aching knee complaints 😑 when he's on a hard-day-pity-party-roll 🙄 about his aching knees … while eating a third jelly roll donut; and playing the hard line redmill game.
It's going to be a very hard day, every day - whether we are here, or not. The redmill trauma drama is always in the Day, one way or another.
I'm not going to let the hard days ⚡️ win while in devilish territory - I am going to keep playing my [good as gold] poker hand 😇 against the hard day angsts 🤬
