Despondency. The Kiss of Death.

Image: CA Parks

I've reached the halfway point with the Peak Condition Proj. And two days ago I thought Patrick was going to bring the smack-down.

Here's what happened. I went to Orlando. I took my equipment. And I worked out exactly zero times. Home, didn't get back on track. Talked to Patrick and he wigged out on me. "What are you doing? Get back on the wagon! Blog about it!"

Well, here I am, blogging about it. I fell off the wagon. Sadly, I grew despondent. Good news, I'm back on the wagon. But I have zero interest in the mid-way point indulgence. Weird, right? I look at all the desserts and think, "why would I waste my indulgence on this?" (You get three indulgences during the course of the project.) I have my partner taste-test things for me, "what is it on a scale of 1-10?" I ask. He says, "6-7." I'm like, "meh." And that's it.

But really, an exquisite mango with some honey? Or a loaded chocolate chip cookie cake with a side of fudge? I guess I'd take the former. Weird.

This is a busy time of the year. I'm finding myself wanting to be outside more, wanting to bike more. Wanting to have a camera in my hands wandering around town more. It's good. I think this is the best time of year to start a peak condition project. Your body is encouraging you to do the things you have to fight to do during the winter.

Anyway, those are some miscellaneous thoughts. Consider who you'll go to when you hit the Despondency Wall. You will hit it. Make sure you have a trusted friend who can help you up onto the wagon. Whatever you do, don't have "no plan," thinking you won't hit the wall. And also, when you feel it coming on, do something sooner rather than later. Or you might make Patrick very, very angry. So find that friend who'll bring the smack-down, as Patrick did for me.

Yeah, Patrick. What are you going to do now?

It has been broughted.