Drank too much Thursday to Sunday — thought it’d help. It didn’t.
Back on pouches — two in my mouth right now — and coffee. Not working.

Saturday and Sunday were supposed to be my first real weekend off in ages — no PT, no events. Still felt disconnected. From my family. From myself.

I want walks with my kids, playing with them, time with my wife — real time. But I’m not there.

A million things on my mind — money’s tight. Just enough to pay bills. No buffer. No dent in debts. Saturday I got full equipment from a friend — bargain, great for business. But it added pressure. Can’t pay him yet.

Goals for the year? Barely moved the needle. Focus is gone.

Today — didn’t want to get out of bed. Didn’t want appointments. But I did. Drove through traffic. Smiled — effort, not fake. Gave what I had.

After one appointment, a friend texted. I sent a voice note — everything. Just spilled it. Took the lid off. Felt lighter before I even hit the gym.

Then the gym. Ollie pointed at the rower: “2K — you owe me.”
I thought, “Ah, me” — really didn’t want to. But no choice. Did it — under eight minutes. Hard. Stayed another twelve. 5k total.

That row changed everything. Joined a client for a workout after. Felt good. Solid appointments — real talks, real connections. Meaningful day.

Now heading home — big cuddles with my kids, ask about their half-term. Cuddle and kiss for my wife. Nice food. Then snooker — just me and a friend, table booked.

Still in the ocean. Still kicking.
But today I proved — I can still swim.

Mike
Johnson’s Family Fitness #BreakTheChains