Big year, 2013. HUGE year.
We got married. Spent a month in Italy. Became Grandparents. Changed jobs. Ran a National Championship. Emcee'd a function. Discovered Parkrun. Ran 10km in under 60 minutes.
H.U.G.E. year. Comfort zones challenged on a daily basis.
The all important question... am I still lean?
*nods head proudly*
Somewhere between becoming Mrs and now I've added 3kg. It's been up to 5 at some points, but a few weeks of flexing the say-no-to-chocolate muscle, by-passing the chicken flavoured chips and going all salad and tuna for lunch sees me back to around the 68kg mark.
I seriously LoVe how lean feels. The look is important, but the feel - that's what keeps me on track. And for me, that feeling equates to confidence. A kind of self-pride that comes from keeping the exercise up, even on days that I seriously can't be bothered, and from maintaining control over my nutrition.
Daily weigh-ins remain a morning ritual. Monday is still salmon stir-fry night too. In fact, our food is such a routine that we can do the weekly shop in around 15 minutes now. Winning!
So all in all, life is great. Love, health, friendships - does it get any better?