Getting Re-motivated

This week, I’ve learned that it’s almost as difficult to get re-motivated to work out and exercise as it was to get motivated initially. Let me explain….

I am the baby of my family. I have two sisters who are seven and fourteen years older than me. Linda is the oldest, followed by Sharon and then me, all seven years apart. The running joke in our family while I was growing up was that my Mom let my Dad touch her once every seven years. It made her laugh, him not so much.

So, the week of Thanksgiving, Sharon, who is a widow, flew in for a visit from San Diego, where her and Linda both live. She prepared her visit by sending me pots and pans and ingredients for all of my favorite foods. She was under the impression that I was living in the 1930 Dust Bowl and had no access to a supermarket. You see, I don’t know how to cook, I never learned, and don’t plan on learning. From my Mom to my sisters to my two exwives and then my two daughters, I’ve never really had to cook for myself. It’s easy to see that I’ve been a pretty spoiled guy my entire life due to my amazing family. It’s been worth every takeout order I get now.

I spent five full days eating more than I have in years and I am absolutely unapologetic, I was in heaven. The problem is, I didn’t go to CrossFit for that whole week and also the following week, because I was so full and bloated. I went back to being tired and listless. It didn’t help that Sharon wrapped up a bunch of leftovers and left me so much food, which was not good for me. Believe it or not, I didn’t gain back any of the inches that I had lost. I suppose my metabolism changed and I was also eating healthy, homemade meals.

So, this past Monday, I forced myself to go back and I’m glad I did. It wasn’t quite like starting from the beginning, but it was definitely painful. And just like before, the CrossFit trainer Raydon and the rest of the class were incredibly welcoming. But going forward, I am going to try really hard to not take any extended time off from working out. It not only makes me feel better physically, but also mentally.

Now I just have to beware when my sister Linda comes to visit. I’m going to have to insist that my sisters spread their visits out to give me ample time to digest and work off all their amazing meals. This experience might also keep me single. I realized that if I started dating a woman who is a great cook, exercise might be a thing of the past for me.