Haven't told anyone this so I supposed this is a good place to do it.
Early last year I stated lifting and dieting, was in it for 3 months and felt great. Didn't gain much on my lifts but I lost 20 pounds at the same time (I'm a fatbody)
I started to fall off the wagon because my gf and I were having problems, she was stressing me out, blah blah blah, the point is, in culminated in December when I caught her cheating on me. I had been lifting haphazardly up until then, not losing weight but not gaining either.
So I dumped her, but I was really down and depressed, obviously. I stopped lifting for a few months. I just went to work and came home. I ate and gained back everything I had lost in 2017. I felt like shit, but I it was a mental battle.
Last month about this time, I got up one day and decided I had had enough of moping about and doing nothing productive. I dusted off my bench and weights, and started lifting again. I had lost nearly all of my gains, but I didn't care. I know it's not where you start, it's all about never stopping.
The next day I had DOMS like crazy. It sucked, I almost wanted to quit again, thinking about the suck and the pain.
But I didn't. 4 weeks later, I'm back to where I was last year on my bench, deadlift, and squat (which isn't much because I'm still weak, but it feels good to know I'm back to that benchmark so to speak).
I feel good. I don't ever want to fucking quit again. When I'm at work, I look at the clock every so often, anticipating going home so I can lift. I'm not going to let another person guilt trip me or otherwise keep me from attaining my goals anymore.
I'm going to make it. If you read all this, thanks, it felt good to write it all down.