The first half of 2016 went something like this:
Publishing a book on weight loss
Total Warrior mud run.
Qualifying as a personal trainer.
The second half of 2016 went something like this:
The first half of the year represented my greatest personal achievements. I was the fittest and healthiest that I had ever been. Frankly, I looked the best as well. I had actual muscles. That you could see.
Then some complex life stuff happened. And it all slipped away from me. One morning I looked in the mirror and realised it had all gone. That person I was for a little while. The physical shape too.
I am back in the gym. Kind of. Not working as hard as I did before if truth be told.
I always said I’d be honest on this blog. If I am honest with myself and with anyone who reads this, I am not entirely sure I want to go back to living as I was during the first half of the year. It was all protein and 5.30am starts and food prep and two gym visits a day and writing down every single calorie consumed and frankly, a lot of washing of gym gear. I just don’t have the time or inclination for that anymore, even though I liked the results. Even more truthfully, the things that drove me to that lifestyle, no longer apply.
I have learned much though through this process. I have learned that good habits can be undone quickly, no matter how much you think you have something sorted. How one ‘I won’t go today’ can turn into many. How hard it is to begin all over again. But that it is possible, no matter how far you have fallen.
I am hoping that in 2017 I can find balance. Between the person that I was in the first half of the year, and the person that I am today. More gym, fewer biscuits. The benefits without the gruelling regime. The ability to run, once again.
2016 was about extremes. Next year, it is time for something else.