All the fighting I could do

This weekend was made of awesome.
Practice on Saturday and practice on Sunday. I'm convinced that I gave all I had in me on Saturday and I kept just enough juice to make it home today.
I've changed most of my kit lately so I'm getting used to all of that. It's crazy how one little difference changes everything. A lot of little differences changed a load of stuff. The cardio training is paying off, I have a bit more stamina. I don't have as much as I would like but it's going up. I'll keep killing it at the gym. I'm maintaining a 1000+ calorie diet. I want to reach 1200 minimum a day. I'm still pretty  proud that I made it to 1000 and kept it there.
Im back at doing stupid mistakes when I fight, I will fix this. Adding everything up isn't as easy as it's seems. If I'm taking care to do one thing, everything else goes out the window.
Still have the breathing issue. Or should I say the not breathing issues.
I need to stop fighting myself. I need to stop expecting success at first try. Fighting is awesome to teach me how the real world works. Nobody will hurt me if I make mistakes or if I don't exceed expectations. My brain still needs to register that. I love how fighting is a gentle teacher when it comes to stuff like this. I'm my worst enemy. I won't let myself fuck me up.
I'm sore, the good kind of sore. The "I gave it all" kinda sore and I will most likely sleep like a champion tonight.
Tomorrow I need to do some armour repairs. I'll also add some things to my drilling routine.

Things will only get better from now on. The first year of my journey taught me that I could stand up. The second year taught me that I was worth something. The third year is teaching me that Attitude is everything and that I might just be stronger than I thought.

I ❤️ You, Epsom salt.