It’s been two weeks since I was last at the gym.
When I was last here, I was getting ready for hitting my 100 lb squat goal - but something felt off.
Right as I got up to the bar to squat, I had a major panic attack. First one I’ve had in several months.
I manage to keep my anxiety under control most of the time, but I think I was putting too much pressure on myself on hitting all my goals in a short time. I wanted to prove to myself, or to John, or to anybody I guess, something. I’m not really sure. But I just put myself in a bad head space that pushed me further back than it did forward.
John keeps telling me, “this a marathon, not a sprint,” and I’m finally starting to accept that I’m not going to get where I want to be overnight, or even in 3 months. I have to be consistent and keep working at it a little at a time.
I’m grateful for John. He’s been my rock, my support, my biggest cheerleader (and sometimes my harsh reality check) in the gym and in the rest of life.
I’m thankful he got me out of moping and back into the gym tonight. All the mushy feels for @doctorpenick ❤️
Now it’s time for my peanut butter cookie shake. 🥜🍪🥤
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