Admit it.  You are singing that song right now.   You're welcome.

I intentionally took the month of October off from posting on my blog.  I didn't feel like I had a lot to say that would benefit anyone else. Honestly, my depression was just too much.  And, I felt like anytime I talked about my health and fitness that it was always negative.  Like the downward spiral of Covid, my own health journey was in a downturn.  I continued to gain weight  while at the same time, my working out become almost nonexistent.  I felt like I had become a person I didn't know.  And I couldn't figure out how to stop the landslide. As I go back and listen to some of the podcasts, I can definitely hear it in the tone of my voice.  I sounded lost.  

But, something happened towards the end of October.  I was scrolling Facebook during one of my late night insomnia sessions and saw a promoted ad for a 30 day challenge at a fitness facility that I was not familiar with.  The part that peaked my interest was that the challenge included small group personal training.  I did a little more research and found two tidbits that talked to me.  First, they are only two miles away from my house.  (Ummm, yes!) Second, they focus on strength training.  (Now you are talking my language!) There was only one deterrent, it is for the 40+ crowd.  I don't like to think of myself as that old.  But, it's a fact.  

I contacted them, did an initial meet-and-greet, then signed up for the challenge.  While, I'm not really a competitive challenge person, I liked the idea of accountability.  Let's be honest, I haven't had any strong accountability since March.  If I got back into a groove with my fitness then I would consider that a win for myself.  My first workout was a 1-hour small group strength training class.  Let me just say that it was AWESOME.  Nothing was too hard and nothing was too easy.  And everyone at the facility (members and coaches) was extremely welcoming. I am always impressed when people remember my name, because I am awful at it. I kept going to classes and putting in the hard work. Then something happened along the way…. I started to feel like myself again.  I felt good pushing myself in weight.  I felt good showing up for my scheduled workouts.  And I felt good putting in the work. Ultimately, I found that spark that I was missing and it is better than I imagined it would be.