Remember our string of bad luck?
I think the last was another water pipe breaking between the walls and the heater dying on the record breaking coldest night?
Well, at least, the things breaking have been less expensive this past two weeks.
One fan, the lawn mower, and vacuum are the latest casualties.
At least we have moved past the $500 to multi-thousand dollar repairs each week.
I have been receiving tons of freelance drafting work.
I am super grateful for the money, but it makes me realize how much I loathe being chained to a desk for 8 hours or more a day.
I have just wanted to get out into my garden beds.
I haven't planted anything this year.
I've only turned, weeded and mulched with layers of newspaper.
We do have nice volunteers so far though.
I have to say that I am proud of the progress that I have been making physique wise.
I think there has been great improvement and growth.
The check this week left me at 14.9% body fat.
I know, it's only an estimate.
I have to say, though, that I feel that I look much better than I did last year at this same body fat estimate. I even weigh more, but look more "muscular."
I say that knowing that I still look pretty skinny and not in the realm of what muscular really looks like. It's a work in progress.
I need to look into finding a reasonably priced massage therapist near me.
I absolutely loved my previous one, and she worked me good.
I haven't had a massage in probably close to a year.
For, though I loved her and how she helped my aches, pains and injuries, the cost became out of my budget. Granted, it's worth it, but I can't push the $100 plus an hour right now.
But, on the other hand, I know that I need it on a somewhat regular basis (even the docs told me if I insist on doing what I do workout-wise and continue to keep trying fitness routine stuff that I need it once a month at least) because my old injury is flaring up and causing me some chronic aches again. Booooooo.
So, I'm researching and on the look out for someone who even does 30 minute massages or something, lol!
On a fun note:
Here is me forcing my 55 pound Rhodesian mix to cuddle with me.
He hates when I swoop him up off the floor, probably because more times than not it leads to me bringing him to the tub for a bath!
He likes to be stinky dog.
And you know what we'll be doing this weekend,
working on the peanut.
I have rounded roof rafters to design, layout and put together!