I wake up with zero motivation. Not fire. Not discipline. Just… resistance. But I’ve learned something about myself… When I skip the gym, the whole day feels heavier. I’m shorter with the people I love. My confidence gets quieter. And my mind won’t let it go. So I don’t go because I want to. I go because I know who I become if I don’t. If this resonates, follow along. I’m building consistency without pretending it’s easy.