Sticky Fingers

Today, I went to my first Body combat class for almost 3 months.  It was absolutely fantastic.  I had to hold back on the punching, with my right arm at least, but I could still kick.  So happy. 

After that, I went for an echocardiogram, in preparation for my forthcoming 'treatment'.   
Despite all my good intentions, the super healthy regime has not yet taken flight.  Gary's on nights and I'm master of my own desires.   Fish finger sandwiches it is then.