On paper, this morning may not have seemed like a red-letter day. Even after my first set of Arnold presses, I paused for a beat. Then when I emerged into the night, my left foot's blade/heel had a sharp pain that would crescendo from time to time within the greater context of being...just zapped. I had NOTHING.

I knew it was gonna be this kind of day. After I broke my Fat Focus with a hunk of roast from the fridge to kick the day off, I tasted nothing, just the texture of the meat (and my disdain for cold fat). I grabbed my "cinnamon bun" butter coffee prepped yesterday...and there was NO cinnamon.

There's still nutritional value in taking my fat and protein, but it sure takes a lot of the fun away from my HFC diet. I may just skip eating altogether today, something I can do on this since there's no demanding carb fixation.

So it was in all of this context that I had a good morning on my 4.6-mile walk behind the post office and the old library. I could smile (and I did). Yes, my foot ached; yes, I felt like I weighed another 50-60 lbs and couldn't see how I had the ability to tear down the very same path the day prior. But, I smiled because I was doing it. I was digging deep and doing it. I was leveling up my mental fortitude. It was uncomfortable, but it was beautiful.

Look at us, we're beautiful
All the people push and pull
But, let's just go out and ride
Talk about the things we try

-Moby, Beautiful