So the Mister finally got FED UP with his knee pain, called his orthopedic provider, and got a cortisone shot last Saturday. Before the shot, this man announces to me: “Once my knee feels better, I’m going to bike one round around the park and walk TWO rounds around the neighborhood every night because I’m sick of feeling like I can’t move.” Me: 👀 Okay, BRUH. You just spoke that shit OUT LOUD. The Fitness Queen heard you. 👑 Fast forward to last night… We had dinner at his mom’s, ate good, stayed late, and didn’t get home until around 8 PM. We’re driving home and I innocently ask: “So… we’re still walking two rounds tonight, right?” The Mister slowly turns his head and looks at me like: 😐 “Are you serious right now?” Then he says: “NO. I’m not walking. It’s late and I don’t want to.” OH. HELL. NO. Lena has officially entered the chat. 😎 Me: “Oooooohhhh HEEEELLLLLSSSS to the N to the O! YOUR ASS IS WALKING.” Him: “What?! I never committed to YOU that I was walking!” Me: “BRUH. You didn’t have to commit to ME. You announced it to the UNIVERSE while I was sitting right there. I heard the whole damn speech!” Him: “I said I wanted to start walking.” Me: “NOPE. Don’t start rewriting history now. 🤣 You said TWO ROUNDS.” Him: “It’s already 8 o’clock.” Me: “And?? Did your legs clock out at 7:59?” 🤣🤣🤣 Him: “I’m tired.” Me: “You know what’s tired? THAT EXCUSE.” At this point I can see the regret all over his face. That look that says: “Why the hell did I ever tell this woman my fitness goals?” TOO LATE, SIR. You live with the Accountability Department. 😂 Then he tries one more time: “But I never asked you to hold me accountable!” Me: “You didn’t have to. It came FREE with the relationship.” 💀💀💀 ✴️ Then came the eye roll. ✴️ The sigh. ✴️ The attitude. ✴️ The dramatic shoe-putting-on ceremony. And guess who walked TWO ROUNDS around the neighborhood? THE MISTER. 😎👏 ✅ Mission accomplished. Moral of the story: Do NOT speak your fitness goals out loud around me unless you are prepared for me to remember them, repeat them back to you, and drag your ass outside when motivation suddenly disappears.

Last Thursday we had dinner at Mario’s mom’s house and she made entomatadas. Normally I eat mine with the protein and no tortillas, but this time I was like… give me the tortillas too 😂 HYROX training has me learning that carbs are not the enemy — they are FUEL. The funniest part was Mario’s mom already had my routine down. She asked Mario in Spanish, “Lena wants protein and no tortillas, right?” Mario tells her, “Oh, today she’s okay with tortillas.” She started laughing and said, “What happened? She fell off the wagon?” 😂😂 Mario said, “No, she’s training for HYROX and needs the carbs.” Then she goes, “Oooohhh okay. That’s good. She needs to put some weight on her booty because she’s losing too much weight!” 😂 I DIED. But honestly, it made me really happy because it showed me how much she has paid attention to my nutrition journey. She knows how I normally eat, she has adapted meals for me, and she supports my goals without me even having to explain everything anymore. And the best part is… my nutrition SHOULD change depending on my goals. Right now I’m asking my body to run, push sleds, pull sleds, row, ski, lunge, do wall balls and survive HYROX training 😅 so yes ma’am, sometimes I NEED those tortillas. Not falling off the wagon. Just fueling the wagon differently. 😂💪 And apparently I also have strict orders from Mario’s mom to SAVE THE BOOTY. 🍑😂