For to have fallen, means to once have soared

April, this year I had a physique that I was proud of. I still wanted more because obviously, once you start, you will never have enough. You never feel like you’ve accomplished the “final” goal.

Until you lose it. Then you start to appreciate what you had.

Now I wish I had my physique I had a few months ago. I fell out of love with working out. Now, when I pick up the weights, I’m in pain, and I easily give up. I don’t get the same satisfaction I once had after a workout. I slowly started working out less and less until it all came to a stop.

But stepping back from training opened space for things I had been neglecting. Now my grades have improved, and I have more time for my interests. But I still wish I could get myself back into working out.

Someday I will. I know that I will, but it won’t be now.

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