Body Recomposition

It's been almost 4 years since I picked up a dumbbell. 

I cannot believe I've continued with it this consistently for this long.

I want to save it's saved my life in a way.

It has prevented me from going down a deep, dark hole during my darkest hours. 

The lady I follow on YouTube made this comment once: "Mad at your husband? Pick up some weights. Mad at your kids? Pick up some weights. Mad about work? Pick up some weight." and honestly it's been the best thing for me.

The physical transformation is the nice by-product. 

When I started lifting back in June 2020 I was about 130lbs. 

My lowest weight maybe 6 months in was around 110-112lbs (depending on the day and water, etc.)

Then I maintained a nice 117lbs for a long time.

However, going into the winter season, I knew I wanted to work my legs more. I never enjoyed doing legs because...well...it sucks being in pain like that for days afterwards! Sitting on the toilet? More like collapsing. 

I started incorporating more leg days into my routine. I used to do leg day maybe once a week, once every 10 days. 

Now I try to hit legs twice a week. TWICE A WEEK. 

I've gained weight over the winter, which is fine. But I'm also thinking about Hawaii in 6 weeks. 

Here's a recent side by side. 

I'm the just about the same weight in each photo. 

I'm 127lbs on the left, 126lbs on the right. 

It's WILD to me. 

Instead of dreading leg day, I kind of look forward to them now. 

I wish I knew what my real stats were - in regard to BMI, body fat %, etc. 

Anyway, we are two weeks out from Hawaii and I haven't been as disciplined as I should be. Now's the time to kick it into high gear if I want to shed a few pounds.