Sometimes consistency doesn't work. We forget that the routines we build are arbitrary and abstract. I've spent months on end working out every morning, engaging in hobbies, putting away the laundry.
We present to ourselves the idea that creating these routines builds security and for a time that may be true but everything ends, especially our routines. We take a new job. Get a pet. Move house. Or sometimes there are more dramatic shifts. Sickness overtakes your life.
I have a ting of pain and sadness when I see people, predominantly women, posting about their regular workout routines. All I can think about is how that routine will eventually change, be interrupted by life, and I wonder if the person smiling at their accomplishments will be okay when they can no longer maintain the external force they deem their saving grace. What happens if the woman in the bikini smiling in her 'after' shot gets sick and can no longer maintain her 'healthy' habits? Will she be okay if her pants get too tight? How will she feel in a body broken?