The gym was like a black hole for me. I got sucked in, and now there is no way out (not that I am looking for one). It is probably fair to say that I am completely addicted, although to what aspect I am not sure.
I was always good at sports. Everyone told me I had a lot of potential (I was conscious of this too), but when I joined sports clubs (athletics, football, rugby and karate), I did not stick with the training for long; a few months for some, maybe a year or two for others. It was the gym and the kitchen that eventually taught me what it meant to be disciplined.
Oddly, it is also the only physical activity that has been somewhat of a struggle to progress in. I felt bulletproof until I went to the gym. Lifting weights exposed many weaknesses (psychologically and physiologically) and I got injured for the first time ever.
There are days when it is frustrating, but never boring. Going to the gym has never been a chore. I have had only six weeks (give or take) out of the gym in 7-8 years. Although that probably explains why I can’t shake some of my injuries, I just cannot stay away.
Outside of the gym I am fairly reserved and somewhat aloof, but the weights room allows me to let go and, in an odd way, relax. It’s also motivating to be surrounded by others who want to go beyond average.
I have so much regret for not pursuing sports when I was younger, that I will not allow myself to quit lifting weights. Not ever.
With that said, there is little reason to pursue something if you no longer enjoy it. Life is too short to be a slave to that notion.
Like others have already mentioned, I also enjoy working out the most when I have quantifiable goals. I ran a Smolov Jr. bench press program a few months ago and seeing a 15kg increase in only four weeks definitely added fuel to the fire.
Instead of looking for reasons to stop or take a break, perhaps look for reasons to carry on.