Me...in da funk

…when you fall off the wagon.  It’s been 3 years since I lost my weight.  During those three years, I’ve had my ups and downs just like everyone else.  Right now, I’m in one of those down cycles…way down in one of those cycles to the point where I’m hoping I can remember my way out.

The frustrating part about this is that I know it is happening and I know exactly what I need to do to get out of it.  However, I’m not necessarily feeling very motivated to do so.

In the past, motivation has been relatively easy for me.  I have been able to do any number of things to regain the mojo: look at before pictures, put on a pair of 46 waist pants that used to fit snugly, change up my workout, change up my diet. At one point, I even started this blog.  I’m willing to do almost anything to start the ignition once again.

Recognizing you’re in one of these funks is, in my opinion, the most important step in recovering.  Realizing how you got there can give you a roadmap for getting out.  So, where did my funk start?

A bit over a year ago, my gym closed.  It was MY gym.  The gym that got me started.  Sure, it was open to anyone who wanted to go but in any conversation I had, I referred to it as “my gym.”  I was also a member at another gym closer to my house so I transition to the closer gym.  In doing so, I lost my workout partner and the feeling of “home”.  Those are two tough losses!