I'm My Own Client

Tonight marks the first night that I'm officially keeping track of my boyfriend Frank's progress. I'll list my weights first, then his, just to try and make it easier on myself!
SHRUGS:
50lb DB x50 
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BENCH:
4/1 x10 55lb ▪ 65lb 
x10 75lb  ▪ 135lb 
x3 85lb  ▪ 155lb 
x3 95lb  ▪ 175lb 
5x5 105lb  ▪ 210lb 
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CHEST FLIES:
15lb x12 ▪ 15lb x12
25lb x6 ▪ 25lb x12
35lb x2 ▪ 35lb x12
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[10lb DB Face Pulls x15 / pushups x15] 2x
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We both finally decided that we had had enough of our shit and we were both tired of being deadbeats. I thought,  I would never accept this kind of undisciplined behavior from a client (if I actually had one) so why am I accepting it from myself? Frank agreed. So we are making our health and mental wellness a priority.  We're setting a schedule of every other day, we're both keeping a training log and I'm setting up the routine that we'll do. We're keeping things simple and uncomplicated.  It worked tonight. As usual, it's disheartening to see a backslide of any amount, but it's my own fault and my own stupidity. So if I want to bitch someone out for it, I only have to go stand in front of the mirror. Workouts get a little hectic when my daughter and the dog mosey on down to the basement to see what we're doing, but it's ok. There are rules, of course,  but it's never going to be a perfect environment.  Shit happens. We have to be strong enough to handle that too.