Nothing tears my ticket quite like opening the blogging platform only to realize it’s freaking February 9th and I haven’t posted a single thing this month. Not one itty bitty thing. I mean come on!

I’m afraid to look back at January.

On the flip side I can report I’ve almost completed four weeks filled with daily crack-of-dawn workouts. There was one cheat day in there — an aggravated knee, a mental fritz out, or some combination thereof made me play hooky and I don’t regret it for an instant. I’m not going on weekends because I’m not a masochist but five days out of seven is pretty freaking impressive.

Can I get an amen?