I hate breaking habits ...
But it happens inevitably. Life goes crazy for a while and it seems that all the progress that I've made for months is gone.
I know ... it's not truly gone.
The habits that I had established - in this case, working out, meditating, writing 200 meaningful (!) words, journaling - are just dormant.
I have to shake them awake again. Easier said than done.
What had become easy is suddenly so hard again.
Today, I worked out properly for the first time in over 2 weeks. Ouch ... I felt so weak.
Even writing my 200 words feels slow and heavy.
Where did I used to get my inspiration from? How did I know what to write about?
I just need a little time to fully get back into it.
The important thing is ... I'm absolutely determined to get back on track.
I'm not going to let this slight off into nothing.
Not ... going ... to happen.
I've felt the positive impact of my habits and I want it back.
They are going to stay in my life because I want them to. It's up to me.
This is what I can control. And I'm going to do it right.