The case of the deflated enthusiasm

It has been a long road for my brother-in-law Jamie and I… For around 3 months we have been going to the gym five days a week and working out. That unique drive created by the feeling of doing something you should have been doing anyway lasted for quite a while and it was almost too easy to keep going. But alas that has worn off and all that is left is the bitter reality that it is hard work to go to the gym. But, we’ll keep going, even if it’s not as “fun” as it used to be.
The progress has been great, don’t get me wrong. If the scales there are correct (which isn’t likely, I have to admit) I’ve lost around 40 pounds so far. I’m also bench pressing 300 pounds now, an all time high for me. In general we’re both getting much stronger and I’m having much more energy throughout the day. The hardest part is getting up at 6:45 every morning, I’m not much of a morning person.
We’ve been going Monday through Friday from 7:00am or so until around 8:30am. It’s nice to be there when there’s no one else there, but it’s also hard to be motivated that early in the morning. We’re going to try going in the evenings for a little bit and see if we can’t get a spark going again, I think that’ll do it.