I’ve started over too many times to count. Another way of looking at it is that I’ve never quit, but just lowered the intensity. A lot. For a while. Today, I woke up after less than 5 hours of sleep. After snuggling Taz and Jeff for a second, I sprang (sprung?) out of bed and into work out clothes. I have motivation and I’m not going to question it, I’m just going to use it. Off I go!