It is inevitable. You will fail.

Things will be going great. Probably the best they’ve ever been.

Physique? It will be the best it’s ever been. People will have commented on how much you’ve changed.

Health? You’re cooking all your meals and counting macros.

Dating life? An abundance of choices. More than you thought you’d ever have.

You’re in line for that promotion, or the business is taking off. Starting to make some real money.

You feel like you’ve finally got a grasp on things. Focused, attractive, powerful.

Then you get sick. Or you injure yourself. Maybe someone dies. Maybe you lose your job.

Whatever the reason, your equilibrium is affected. So you take a break from the gym for a day or two to rest, you’ve earned it right?

Order that pizza, a few slices won’t hurt.

Tired from watching Netflix late? Take a sick day, watch Netflix in bed and rest.

Now there’s an attractive girl standing next to you at the lights. Talk to her? Nah, you’ll talk to the next one. Promise.

You still haven’t noticed the insidious, familiar shadow creeping into your inner sanctum.

Funny thing about momentum: It works. So well in fact, that you will overestimate just how much of it you have.

Until the boulder is rolling backwards, pushing you to the bottom of the mountain again.

It will happen.

Good news: If you pushed the boulder for long enough, you’ll have built some mental muscle and technique.

Re-start the habit you were doing the most consistently before backsliding. For me that’s the gym.

You’ll be up in no time, you just have to start.

Wake up. Clean your apartment. Wash your dishes. Go to the gym. Re-add one habit a week, as to not get overwhelmed.

Don’t let another day pass. If you hate starting over, stop giving up.