16 days ago I decided to start exercising. 15 minutes a day. And I am doing it.
Finished 15 on rower. Got up to 23 spm 90 watts burned 107 calories and did 300 strokes. I am totally bragging.
Every other day I do my glider. Yesterday I added in some abs exercises.
I am very proud of myself. And once I hit 60 days I get to buy something out of my Amazon cart. 🤪🤪🤪
I really have been struggling to accept that T needs to make this decision on his own. I want to swoop in and make it for him but I cannot. Last night we were messaging back and forth and he was so frustrated. It is a hard decision to make.
Right before this part he had sent me: xypxxxxxyyyyittttttwwwwwwwqqqqqqqqqmmmmmmzzzz
I responded with: Don’t you swear at me.
T was in full on defense mode. He was not swearing. I laughed and told him that I knew that, I was trying to make him smile.
Then I sent him the above.
He is a good kid. And he will do what is best for everyone concerned, except me. Because I just roll with it no matter what.