I change up my goals. For years I was chasing aesthetics for vanity. Not huge, the “I’m 185 lbs and ripped, check out my abs” guy. I got burned out restricting cals and being “that guy” who brought meal prep to a family holiday dinner. Woke up one day next to my hot ass gf at the time and realized she didn’t give a shit about my physique, she loved me because we had a deep connection and she loved my career ambition and the money I made. Made a switch.
I picked up powerlifting and chased that for years, fell in love with the challenge and progress. Got fluffy but got strong as a bull, one time at the office the ladies were rearranging things and I picked up a whole ass fridge and moved in 30 feet for them just because I could. Ran into health issues that make it unlikely I’ll achieve many further podiums or medals, that almost made me want to quit lifting.
Now in the past 6 months I’ve realized I’ve never truly pursued size and muscle growth/maturity intensely, so now I added gh and slin for the first time ever and have my nutrition on point to the point where I’m like Walter white measuring out my periworkout nutrition, force feeding food all day, resting with intent, and boom - noticeable progress once again. XL shirts are suddenly too small, weights at the gym feel like toys, scale moving up and bf staying level.
I just find new rabbits to chase when things get stale.