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If this past year has taught me nothing, it's that the more things change the more they stay the same. As we start this next Cycle, I find myself *still* struggling to get back on track fitness-wise and *still* learning to adapt to having a wildly variable schedule. You'd think by now I'd have figured this shit out On the workout front, I think my issue stems from a: not having a set schedule, and b: not having a "real" (i.e. specific date or cash related) goal in mind. When I was in training for 90-gillion races and mud runs and had a set time to work out that was immovable, I did great. When I have zero idea what I'll be doing at 5pm and way less expendable income, focusing becomes an issue. Plus: motivation. If I'm honest with myself, I really suck at keeping motivated when I either don't see any progress or can't keep focused long enough to reap any rewards. Incremental change that amounts to banging my head against a wall is also a surefire ticket to abandoning my fitness goals town. What has worked best in the past is having a video-related program to follow that involved half an hour or under a day (I'm thinking the HasFit HIIT-style programs), in-person yoga classes, mini-challenges and accountability. Methinks I need to get back to some or all of that. I just need to figure out what path to set down. And there's that shiny new gym with shiny new fitness equipment ... Goal 1, unsurprisingly, is yet again to work out. I'm still nebulous on frequency, or what to do - we'll start this challenge with a 'just do some shit per week' plan and settle on a concrete battle plan by the end. Goal 2 - shocker - macros. I'm sticking with mostly keto because that's working for me, but I'll allow 1 variance per week as a carb up meal. Goal 3 - still - to get a damn job. I'm beyond unthrilled that this is still a goal. But, since it's still something that needs to happen - I still need to work at it every damn day, so it's staying as a goal. Goal 4 - figure out my 'new normal' and try to freak out less about it. My fridge is tiny, my freezer is even smaller, my stove is doll-sized and won't get but so hot, and my pantry has shrunk by half. Also, it now takes me an hour and a damn half to get anywhere, my grocery stores are a pain in the ass to get to, and the car is trying its damnedest to present itself as an easy solution. I need to put my big girl undies on, quit crying about it on the train, and deal. I'll be fine and this is not the end of the world. It's not like I don't even still live in NYC - I do; just not in my borough and not with the type of lifestyle I wanted being as convenient. I need to be more resilient here. It'll build character. Ok, done whining. Commencing with the thing.