‘Sup folks! Hope you all had a great Christmas. I’m not going to lie – I wasn’t in much of a Christmassy spirit until Christmas actually hit. It felt more like a event I had to mark down in my diary vs. the absolute sheer gut crunching excitement I’d experience when I was a child (I literally couldn’t breath knowing I’d be receiving yet another doll – do kids still play with dolls? Or has the digital age taken over?) That said, it was a great day with family – lots of eating, lots of card games, lots of good times and good memories. Grateful. Anyhow – for the past two years I’ve started my own little traditional over here on Skylish. A little rewind of the year just passed which ends in a total yearly wrap up – so today I’m kicking things up with a rewind of my year in fitness.
My relationship with my health & fitness over time has been a bit of a rollercoaster. It’s been a very twisty-turny journey and more often than not, this rollercoaster was more one that was continuously malfunctioning and struggling to get off the ground. This comes to mind because yesterday, I was demonstrating to Levi how I did a jumping spit squat with a plate and that it was such a killer workout that he should definitely try out. Shortly after, he left to go and hit a bit of chest in the gym. It brought me back to the days of uni when we would struggle to even fit one workout in a week (despite all the time that we had), back then I was a cardio bunny that was actually afraid of the treadmill (the thought of the gym back then made me feel physically sick), and Levi would jump around the gym doing anything and everything that came to mind.