So yeah, what the title says.

I fell off, friends. I fell off hard. Didn't really work out at all since monday, while I've had perfect complete-streaks all throughout August.

But you wanna know a secret? I don't actually feel bad about it. September started and so did uni. Maybe you remember it from one of my last posts, but the pandemic kindly stuffed up my planning for this year and I ended up with an almost six-month-long 'holiday' at my parents' place. During this time I was just overcome with a blegh-feeling and didn't really do much at all. Just nothing.

So getting back to course work after all that time, and getting used to living in my room again and starting an intensive internship... it's hard, friends... and EXHAUSTING. By the end of the day I'm spent. I have to get up early in the morning and have to rush to get the train. I sometimes work on study stuff until late in the evening. Yesterday evening, I tried to do the work out I had planned and I skipped straight to the cool down after the warm up, and I felt tired by the end of it.

Back last month, I didn't have to worry about attending lectures or meeting deadlines or being in a meeting, and I worked out to a schedule that did well in those circumstances. It was free, it was flexible. But that approach doesn't work for my anymore.

So for now I give it time. I need to start from the top and figure this out again. And that's okay.