I gave up on my dream twice, The first was when I quit personal training and the 2nd was when I completely gave up on the fitness industry.
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The 2nd time was probably the start of the process when I stopped being happy and gave up on myself, Thinking back it was around the time I started having relationship issues, I stopped caring for myself, I became lazy and that reflected back on other people..
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I remember the look on my Nan face when I told her I left the gym and I could tell she was well and truly disappointed with me, Which hurts because that was last thing my Nan knew I was doing.
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As I hopped from meaningless Job to Job I lost a little part of myself each time until I was working every hour possible and there was nothing left of myself but an exhausted body going to work.
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I threw away everything, My relationship, My health, Personal Time..
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It was only when that spark, That passion for a better life reignited that my life started to get better (Still not perfect)
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I got my health back, I got my passion back, My relationship errm never mind I still need work in that area
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But overall i’m pretty happy, even though its been the most challenging year since my Nan past and Theres been times when I’m physically starving because my moneys gone towards a better future not some external thing that will temporally fill a void.
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I would rather starve to death, working towards a better future, Than to work myself to death for a meaningless paycheck
