My relationship with my health & fitness over time has been a bit of a rollercoaster. It’s been a very twisty-turny journey and more often than not, this rollercoaster was more one that was continuously malfunctioning and struggling to get off the ground. This comes to mind because yesterday, I was demonstrating to Levi how I did a jumping spit squat with a plate and that it was such a killer workout that he should definitely try out. Shortly after, he left to go and hit a bit of chest in the gym. It brought me back to the days of uni when we would struggle to even fit one workout in a week (despite all the time that we had), back then I was a cardio bunny that was actually afraid of the treadmill (the thought of the gym back then made me feel physically sick), and Levi would jump around the gym doing anything and everything that came to mind.
Last year, I hit a “life wall”. I think a year into working full time I suddenly realised my life had become: i) waiting for Friday, ii) waiting for pay days, iii) waiting for annual leave, iv) waiting for bank holidays. I quickly felt zapped of all motivation – time was passing by and not much was seeming to come of it. Around that time, I also lost a ton of motivation for my blog and for social media, and to be honest, I came close to quitting entirely. It happens. Recently, I hit a wall with my health & fitness. I’ve been working out now since July 2017, I started with home workouts for ~6 months and the shock of my body experiencing any form of physical activity meant I saw changes to my body (and my mind) really, really quickly. Over time, I kept making tweaks here and there: drinking more water, cutting down red meats, cutting down sugars, doing more HIIT. These changes kept things interesting and meant that progress continued and it continued really fast. Recently however, nothing seemed to be changing. I was still loving the gym and definitely being more fluid with it, but I did feel like I needed a little extra push to “level up”.