Missing in action

I wish I could tell you that my missing in action for the past couple of weeks was due to an epic journey.  A journey that was life changing, enlightening and inspiring.  Nope, these last couple of weeks were nothing more than a pity party.  Nothing more than me being lazy and falling down a dark hole of mediocrity.  Actually mediocrity might have been an improvement.

I also want to say that I've figured it out and that I know exactly what happened and corrected it. Not exactly.  I do know what caused it.  I stopped training, I took a day off and that turned into two, three etc etc.  During that time I became resentful of the people that were staying engaged.  This isn't a good feeling, I needed to be happy for them, feed off of their positivity.  Instead I used it to fuel the pity party.  

All of the progress that I had made in the year was flushed down the tubes.  The fitness and strength that I had built was gone and now I have to start anew.  That in its self is the hardest part for me. Having to start again when it feels like I've restarted this engine more times than I want to count.  When I reflect on this I find the positives.  I haven't quit because quiting means that I've given up.  I haven't given up because I'm choosing to start again.  This morning I started back with the simplest thing, push ups and sit ups.  I tracked my breakfast and I weighed in and recorded that (uggggg that was a gut punch) too.  

Mr. Repay