I’m going through a phase that I know many of us go through. I simply don’t feel like working out. Zero motivation. Like over with it.
The origin of “Lazy as Hell”
It all started a few months ago after I ran this insane Spartan Race, which was one of the best experiences of my life! The training was a huge time investment, and after the race, I found that I was behind on so many things between work, catching up with friends, doing things around the house, giving attention to my hubby…you name it, it’s been neglected.
Here I was, in the best shape in forever, but everything else completely sucks. On top of that, it was summertime and I had visitors coming to me, and plans for me to go visit other places.
Doing. the. Most.
But let’s not ignore the fact that I’m really enjoying life
I won’t lie. Maybe I don’t feel like working out, but this has been an insanely fun summer. I had family come into town for a week and a half. I have four nieces and a nephew, and the message to my brothers when this trip was in its thought-stage was “Send your kids my way, and I’ll take it from there.” (Note to self: don’t say shit like that ever again.)
So here we are. 5 kids, myself, and my sister-in-law (thank God she was there to help). We took the kids to all types of places around the Bay Area. It was awesome.
I then had a week off work (yes to tech company perks like shutdown!) that consisted of New Orleans, Detroit, and Atlanta. It was everything I needed in terms of black people, parties, family, and humidity (because none of these things exist in San Jose). I partied. I chilled. I learned that I can survive on very little sleep. It was probably one of the best and most fulfilling vacations I’ve had in my life.
How do I even make myself care at this point?
I’ve been home for a full week after a straight-up month of vacay and I am still not even close to having it together! The first week back at work was insane since everyone was off for the week, so now everything is behind. Go figure. Next week promises to be just as crazy.
So yeah. I am completely slacking on my workouts and I just don’t feel like working out. I’m slacking to the point that I don’t even know what success means to me any more. Should I be training for a race that I’ve semi-commited to in September? Should I go to classes and get into the momentum of a structured format? Should I start doing my weekly hikes with my hike group? Should I just go to the gym and wing it and figure out the rest later?
I don’t know the answer to any of this. I only know where I stand. Idle as hell. Probably gaining weight. Definitely losing muscle. Skills definitely declining. Feeling guilty about not going to the gym. (But on the bright side, my nail color is lasting longer than usual!)
With all that said, where should fitness have fit within all of this? Well, I have two answers:
One: Fitness could have fit within everything else.
I could have found time for the gym, kept up with my diet, and kept myself up to my personal standard of where I think I should be health-wise.
Two: Fitness just had to take a break.
Perhaps it could have taken a shorter break or it could have been scaled back to one day each week or something. Either way, the way my whole vacation seemed to be set up, there wasn’t room for everything I had to do plus working out.
I mean, I worked out one time in New Orleans. For the rest of the time, I kicked it, barely slept, and stayed in a constant state of turnt. At that point, I wasn’t thinking about a workout. Similarly, in Detroit and Atlanta, I had so much to do socially, that fitness didn’t fit in. One piece of silver lining is that I didn’t completely slack on my diet (not gonna count those late-night beignets in New Orleans or the three-day pizza spree in Detroit…those were just little moments).
The workout vacation dilemma is real
I’m calling it the workout vacation dilemma (not very clever, but you get the point) and it gnaws at many of us several times throughout the year.We really, really want to stick to our goals, but we really, really want to enjoy life.Click To Tweet
I would have liked to see me chill out but not take a complete break. I don’t know that I would have been as hardcore as I am when I’m on point with my workouts, but even if I committed to 1 time each week and stuck with it, it would have made me feel less like a sloth today.
I also wouldn’t feel the anxiety that I have now. I wouldn’t have to start from scratch. I wouldn’t feel like a total loser. Or feel fat. Or feel this damn dramatic.
But seriously, f–k it…it was fun
All that said, I think it’s okay to take a break from being a responsible adult sometimes and to just enjoy life. In times like this where you don’t feel like working out, you’ll pay for it, and it’s probably better to have some degree of moderation, but if you’re enjoying life, can you really make the argument that it wasn’t worth it? Hmmm.
My current plan is to get back on it this week. I have a Spartan run that I really want to accomplish in September so I better get started now! Keep you posted on how that goes.
Have you ever allowed yourself to completely give in the the fact that you don’t feel like working out and chose to simply enjoy life?