It can’t be helped
The gym this morning was worth the time. I’m sore but it’s a reminder of the effort put in. I stretch, don’t worry.
My schedule will be out of whack, there is nothing that can be done. At least I’ll feel better for it.
I’ve been counting calories for a week, and slowly correcting myself. Same meals, but smaller. It’s tough but should be worth it. Eventually it’ll become the norm.