A year ago hugs and high fives were a thing nobody thought twice about. I miss them both. I miss teaching cycling and the gym. Not having to question vacations. I miss watching my kids play sports and not having to think about contact tracing... but I don't miss my commute. Or having to pack my food, workout clothes, laptop, and rush the kids to school Monday-Friday. I also don't miss the weight I gained around the holidays that were holding on through St. Patty's day weekend. I knew that if we were going to have to "stay home" I wasn't going to let the excuses of not going to the gym stop me. I knew I needed control before I spiraled and found myself wrist deep in the nutella jar again. 🙄