Most years, I start getting outside more and begin a consistent weekly routine when Spring rolls around. Last year was our first year out of the WT and I never got in the zone mentally. Zero motivation. Was a bit depressed about family, drank a coke-n-alky almost every night, didn't care about what I ate or how much. Then mom passed away, more stress from that... later, lots of birthdays and holidays.... it all caught up with me and I morphed into a skinny-fat caricature of myself and couldn't run a quarter mile without gasping for air.
This year, Jan 1, I started using a Couch to 5K app, stuck it out and managed my first ever sub-thirty-minute three-milers after 9 weeks. Not outstanding by any means but I set records for me, so I'll take it. (I've never been a fan of running unless I was chased by bees that were molested. haha *crickets* Kingdom Melody? Anyone?) Unfortunately, I was still wearing my cheeseburger cumberbun from the previous year.
Depression cleared up, I started feeling healthier, and only treated myself to weekend drinks, and neat at that. Gained momentum and started picking my foods more carefully. Added other Crossfit-type exercises and now I'm about where I usually would be in the summer... gauging by performance, pants, etc...
But this is where I usually plateau and eventually quit around September. Then when the fall/winter months come around and those damn pagans start shoveling pecan pie down my open gullet, all progress goes out the window. Just hope I feel motivated to start it all over again early next year, near the bottom rung again.
I want to talk to the fool who manages to stick to it all year 'round.