Holy shit, this guy is taking out markers and writing on a board.  Wow….

New purpose and hashtag… FITNESS and HEALTH.  Fasting till well after 12:00… have to drink more water like the Nurse orders.  This meeting already has me bored and disengaged, except for the one trainer who said she was a fitness trainer.

I am on a mission to be my healthiest, stronger and more fit than I’ve ever fucking been.

Running for an hour-plus today.  Not attention to pace, just the time.  See where I wind up, what I produce.  This fact already teaching me to visualize better, more self-talk and confirmation.  Certainty.

This is going to happen.

NO—  It’s happening already.

Sipping latte slow.  Weighed self last night, less than 10 pounds from target weight.  More protein, vegetables, fruits.  The dinner the Nurse prepped night before last, utterly ideal.  Flawless.  And last night, our grilled chicken salads.

She teaches me so much, keeps this running writer so grounded and FREE.

Love, my word today.  It is most days, but today more than others.  And all from when I woke up at 05:45 today… no fear in this fucking sales story.  NONE.

Only love.

In the Daily Stoic, a retelling of one of the passengers on 9/11 leaving his wife a message.  Terrifying, so sad… telling everyone in my life today that I love them.  This stress associated with work is a fucking waste of my energy, words and life.

Time to be stronger, more brave… more in LOVE.