The guilt had weighed on me for a while. I’d wake up in the morning and think about it. I’d say to myself tomorrow I am going back and the next day, I’d say it again.
Tomorrow is a great day to do almost everything, isn’t it?
Then I discovered my gut sticking out more than I’d prefer. There’s another motivation.
A couple of months ago, one morning, I got up, climbed in the Tacoma and drove to my neighborhood gym. I joined. Later that afternoon I returned and climbed onto an elliptical machine.
Now I know I will go practically every day; I’m sure of it. I just needed to go once, and I knew I would want to go always if I did that.
That’s the funny thing about something called Resistance, with a capital R.
“Resistance”, writes Steven Pressfield, author of “The War of Art” “…is the thing that stops you from doing your work.” It gnaws at you, wears you down and makes excuses for you.
You have to go once to go twice. You start getting in a groove.
I am an “early to bed, early to rise” guy. I’m up at 5 or 5:30 most mornings. I get up, go to the gym, and come home. The wife and kids are still in bed. Nobody missed me. The whole day is ahead, I’ve knocked it out, and that is an awesome feeling.
Nobody ever left a gym, soaked in sweat and invigorated, and said “That was a bad idea!”
17 pounds lighter, I’m still going. The goal at this point is not to be a chiseled soap opera stud. I’m just trying to be un-fat.
Yes, I will have a slice of pizza, thanks!
This weekend is a good time to get cracking on your reinvention. Not next weekend, not Monday…now.
When you think about it seriously once, then you think about it twice, and look at you – you’re in a groove.
Message me Monday, if you like. Tell me what you thought about over the weekend.