I had lunch with the Art Professor at a tiny Mediterranean cafe. Tabbouleh, Baba Ganoush, awesome split pea soup. He told me he had changed his entire way of eating (which is of course what you have to do) and lost 30 pounds. Then gained back 10.

“I had a little… well a whole holiday season,” he laughed. “But I got back to the gym.”

I also had a little whole holiday season. Extended, actually, by the cataract surgery and the graduation trip and the spread out holiday as people came in and out of town.

The truth is, when you drop a habit, it can be very hard to get it back. My routine 30 minutes of stepping every morning was… routine. Easy. No big deal.

Now it’s kind of hard. I’m still skipping it some days. I’m not back to my proper eating habits, either, though I’m moving closer. Bitter and sour flavors of vegetables are not as easy to eat as the salt and sweet of macaroni and bread and comfort foods in general.

I felt that I had good reasons every day that I didn’t do my No Excuses exercises. But I didn’t foresee that they’d become hard to do. I felt I had a good reason every time I ate pie, but I didn’t foresee that the pie would interfere with my pleasure in bok choy.

Taking a break comes with consequences. Is it worth the effort of getting those good habits back?