PbyCj

So here’s what happened.

This morning, I put on these pants.

And when I say “put on,” I mean I pulled them up and stood there for a second like, hmm.

Then I stepped on the scale.

And the scale said, oh.

And I said, …wow.

But then I went and ate a salad for lunch. So honestly? That’s growth.

Now, let me be clear. This salad was a little sketchy. It was giving fruit bowl energy with some loose leaves tossed in for texture. Like, at what point does a salad stop being a salad and start being a smoothie in a bowl with a side of chicken? Because that’s what this was. Fruit, fruit, fruit, and then — surprise! — a little romaine peeking out like, hi, I’m here too.

Anyway. Back to the pants.

Something told me… ma’am, you might need to go to the gym or something. Or something adjacent. Something that involves motion. Because it’s giving big back.

And not even in a bad way! But in a “huh… that’s new” way.

It’s giving strong auntie arms, surprise thigh meat, and a quiet increase in epic area circumference.

The wild part? It looks like I’ve been working out.

It doesn’t look like I’ve only hit the gym once a month this entire year.

But I have. I’ve hit the gym once a month this whole year. Consistently.

And I’ve been running. Not like training for a marathon running. More like two miles a month running.

Yes, you read that right.

Two. Miles. A month.

And don’t laugh!

Because once upon a time, I was an official card-carrying member of the Three Miles a Year club. Back in the Navy. We were elite. We only ran when they told us to and that was it.

So two miles a month is an upgrade. That’s progression.

Micro progression, to be exact.

Yes, I wrote a blog about that. Yes, I still believe in it. No, I’m not taking questions at this time.

And even though the numbers are small, the progress is real. My speed? Better.

My recovery? Faster.

Muscle mass? Still there.

New mass? Also still there.

It’s just a collaboration now. A remix. Me featuring extra.

So yeah. That’s where I’m at today. Eating a fruity salad with chicken like I have a wellness contract. Writing this random reflection because I didn’t know where else to put it. So here it is. In your inbox. In your ears. In your mind.

But mostly just here to say:

Good job.

Good job for doing that good thing that you did today.

Even if that good thing was just… putting on the pants.

Or eating the salad.

Or not cussing nobody out.

Or going for a walk.

Or thinking about going to the gym but at least drinking water instead.

Whatever it was —

good job.

That’s it. That’s the blog.

Talk soon.

—Cj 🥗✨💪🏾