Let’s be honest, falling out of love with fitness happens more often than we like to admit. Life gets busy. Schedules change. Comfort foods creep in. One missed workout turns into a week, then a month, and suddenly the routine that once felt effortless feels like a chore. That’s exactly where I found myself over the past year.
At one point, I had a solid workout routine and a diet that worked for me. I was eating real, nourishing foods and moving my body consistently. I wasn’t obsessed, I was balanced. But somewhere along the way, that balance slipped. Healthy meals were replaced with convenience. Unhealthy snacks became the norm. Working out went from “I can’t wait” to “I’ll do it tomorrow.” And tomorrow kept getting pushed back.
Before I knew it, my body started to reflect those choices. Clothes that once fit comfortably suddenly didn’t. Short walks left me more tired than they should have. Certain areas of my body changed in ways that made me pause and say, okay… something’s off. That wasn’t about shame, it was about awareness. I knew I didn’t feel my best, and I knew I wasn’t showing up for my body the way I used to.
That moment of realization was important. Because here’s the thing: if you don’t like where you are, you have the power to change it. Not overnight. Not perfectly. But intentionally.
Before heading into 2026, I made a decision to reconnect with movement, not to punish my body, but to take care of it. I wanted to find ways to move that felt enjoyable again, not forced. So I started exploring new options. Pilates was my first step back. It challenged me in a different way, slower, more controlled, more intentional. Then I decided to try bike cycling, and that brought out a whole new kind of joy. It felt freeing. Fun. Like movement didn’t have to be rigid to be effective.
Now I’m trying to figure out how to balance both because honestly, picking just one feels impossible. And maybe that’s the lesson: fitness doesn’t have to look one way. It can evolve with you.
Along with moving again, I’ve also been more mindful about what I’m eating. Not restrictive. Not extreme. Just healthier choices that support my energy and my goals. I’m rediscovering recipes I love, trying new ones, and reminding myself that food is fuel, not comfort, not guilt, not punishment.
Falling back in love with fitness isn’t about chasing a body you once had. It’s about honoring the body you’re in now and deciding to care for it differently. Movement matters. Changing what no longer serves you matters. And starting again no matter how many times you’ve stopped is always worth it.
Right now, I’m just grateful to be moving daily, eating better, and choosing myself again. And that? That already feels like a win.
