Before I left for Europe, I had this whole plan to do a band workout three times a week for the two weeks I was gone.
I did exactly one.
We had long drives, late nights, and then I got food poisoning and could barely get out of bed. There were a million reasons, but they don’t really fucking matter.
The fact is, I had a plan and I fell off it.
I did one workout in two weeks. I ate like shit. I drank some beers.
So what now?
Do I lock into some 12-week crash diet and some super wild workout routine to make up for it?
Naw.
I just return to normal.
Start hitting my macros again. Start doing my workouts. Start doing my cardio.
That’s it.
I like my routine. I love it. It makes me feel at home, and it fuckin works.
So if you fall off for a week, two weeks, a month, whatever, don’t trip.
You don’t need to punish yourself for it.
Just get back to it.
And if you don’t have an “it” to get back to, hit me up on Instagram and we can chat, or come join the No Spotter Collective.