Not In Control

The past two weeks have been mostly shit…

I’m not in control of my own life.  Work, travel, work travel, other shit in my restless brain…yea…I’m living outside of my body.  Odd part is that the barbell has not been as front-and-center as it should be, despite my actual drive to lift.  It’s been a whole week since I’ve lifted, and I feel regression creeping up.  I’m so fucked up in the head right now, the barbell is the only real thing I want to do, and yet the rest of the shit going on is preventing me from even getting to the gym.

I’m bitching and whining, yes.

I want my weekday 5PM-9PM back.  I want my FUCKING WEEKENDS back.  I’m jumping through hoops and getting nothing in return.

Hitting the reset button on Saturday. Sunday starts anew.  Maybe.