It’s been a long, slow shuffle since my last update. Not because I’ve been busy crushing workouts or experimenting with kale smoothies. Nope. More like… not much has been happening. And that, my friends, is the problem.

Rewind a bit—I had big plans to haul the dual sport up the Oregon coast on vacation. I even installed a new 2” hitch receiver on the van like a proper adult. Loaded the bike on the carrier, backed into the driveway like a boss—and SCREEEEECH. Scraped so hard it woke the dead (me). Pulled forward—scraped again. My driveway isn’t steep, which means the Black Widow carrier was hanging lower than my motivation on leg day. That ride plan? D.O.A. I threw in the towel and figured I’d try again on a future trip. Maybe.

And since then? I’ve been parked. No rides. No gym. Not even my half-hearted home workouts where I pretend a resistance band counts as effort. Add in some “emotional support carbs” and let’s just say the Zombie Life has been winning lately.

Diagnosis: Decomposition in Progress

I started poking around the mess to figure out what’s going on. Naturally, I overanalyzed it and made a tidy little list. Because even undead brains love categories.

1. Environmental Factors (aka The World is Against Me)

  • It’s hot. Not just warm. Melt-your-face hot. Too hot to do anything but sit under the AC like a lifeless husk.
  • Spouse snoring. Not pointing fingers. But when you’re lying in bed wide awake, that chainsaw-in-the-dark soundtrack doesn’t help.
  • Commute creep. I’m back in the office more. More traffic, more hours gone. By the time I get home, I’m more ready to rot on the couch than rise and grind.

2. Physical Condition: Slightly Rotted

  • Exercise? What’s that? I stopped moving, and surprise—it made me feel worse. Less energy = less desire to move. Classic zombie trap.
  • Diet? Let’s not. Carbs galore. Not even the fun kind. Just the “please give me dopamine” variety.
  • Weight gain. Not much. Just enough to make lying in bed feel like I’m being compressed by my bad decisions.
  • Sleep. Disrupted. Restless. Not enough. Pretty much the theme of this section.

3. Mental & Emotional Decay

  • Grief. One of my coworkers died in a motorcycle crash. I’m still processing that. It hits harder than expected.
  • Work stress. More in-office time, less flexibility, more everything.
  • Routine? Gone. My workout, food, and sleep rhythms are busted. And now I’m just drifting.

4. Time Suck (AKA the Clock is a Liar)

  • Getting home late leads to:
    • Skipped workouts
    • Late dinners
    • Zero wind-down time
    • More sleep issues

It’s a cycle of destruction. Not the fun kind with barbells and protein shakes. The slow, insidious one that feels normal—until your pants don’t fit and your motivation ghosts you.

The Doom Loops

Stress → Junk food → No workout → Low energy → More stress

Late meals → Poor sleep → Fatigue → No workout → Comfort food → Repeat

You know the loops. You’ve danced this undead tango before.

The Reanimation Plan

Time to claw my way out of this slump.

1. Resurrect One Habit

Start with something simple. I’m hopping back on the elliptical. Five minutes. Ten tops. No pressure. Just movement.

2. Dinner Discipline

No more late-night zombie snacks. Dinner needs to be at least 2.5 hours before bed. Bonus points if I cook something instead of ordering sadness with a side of regret.

3. Sleep Rituals Return

Back to nightly meditation. Dark room. Cooler temp. No phone. And maybe—just maybe—some decent rest.

4. Friday = Self-Care Day

I get one work-from-home day. That’s sacred now. Stretch. Prep food. Reflect. Maybe even foam roll if I’m feeling spicy.

Final Thought: When do I start?

Still working on that. But I will start.

The zombie’s not dead yet. Just groaning a little louder than usual.

Fitness Zombie

I'm on a lifelong quest to find the perfect balance between strawberry smoothies and pizza slices. A self-proclaimed gym enthusiast who believes rest days are just as crucial as leg days—especially if they involve NASCAR racing. I lift weights, but only so I can justify my love for chocolate cake. When I'm not at the gym, you’ll find me riding dirt bikes or capturing the thrill of motorsport through my camera lens. Join me as I navigate the highs and lows of fitness, where progress is measured in reps, and cheat meals are a form of self-care.

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