I wrote this last night, while I was still riding the adrenaline high from lifting and before I realized that by the time I actually posted this, I would be so sore, I might not be grateful!!
I am grateful for my trainer, who always believes I am capable of more and who encourages me to try harder. And who always acts excited, when I get excited over my small accomplishments. I realize I am not {yet} lifting heavy amounts of weight, but I still get pretty pumped when I have gains! I'm always impressed with how much I've improved and I know that hidden somewhere under all my chub, are some muscles that are getting bigger and stronger every week.
I am grateful to have a husband who supports this crazy lifestyle and only complains a little bit about how much I spend on fitness stuff.
I am grateful to have a {fitness freak} daughter who is very supportive and doesn't make fun of me, when I text her from the gym, like a dork, telling her about my accomplishment.
