Obedience
Obedience. This word keeps popping up. Everywhere. First it was my right foot. Two years ago, and mind you, I may have mentioned this in a prior post and if I did, it’s okay, just hop on and you’ll catch up, I was showing my husband this cool move my trainer had showed me. Now before you start thinking “Great, she has a personal trainer”…I don’t. I did, for about two months. And it was a love/hate relationship. Probably the MOST love/hate relationship ever. It was the most dreaded ten minute drive ever but when you had paid what I thought was exorbitant, which it was a great deal but still a lot to me, you want to make sure you get your hours’ worth. Anyone want to say AMEN to that? I really wanted some accountability about my exercises and I needed it. And I did enjoy it when I finished working out. Before, I was all over the place with the way I was exercising, the length of time and I was justifying everything I was doing and just feeling fine ab