It is May, and we are moving unexpectedly fast into summer. Majority of the population have already given up on their New Year’s resolutions and accepted that 2017, once again, wasn’t the ‘new year, new me’, that they’d hoped for. This isn’t pointing fingers, in fact if you have made it passed February, you’ve probably had a bigger success than most of your peers.
Stakes. If they ain’t high enough and our end goal isn’t clear, we tend to lose sight of why something was important in the first place. Maybe, just maybe, the goals we sat out for ourselves was way too diverse? Was it a bit was unrealistic to loose 150 lbs. and have a shredded six-pack, come beach season? After all, a resolution often craves a big change that wasn’t there before. A change that’s most likely going to have a huge and forceful impact on your life.
It all seemed to fucking fantastic before the ball dropped didn’t it? But then the light draws through the curtains. The house is a mess and you start craving that first cigarette you swore was the last yesterday, seconds before you tossed the pack. Or maybe you have a massive hangover, that basically demands a double cheeseburger with XXXL fries. Besides, only fast food joints are open on the unholy day of the first of the year. You’ll start ‘fresh’ tomorrow.
So many people fall prey to this trap. They start going to the gym in January, and are good and gone after 3 excruciating workouts.
Or they start a new ‘diet’ with big watery eyes, and Hollywood romance written all over their faces. Only to realize that diets sucks, and are much less glamorous after living on chicken, broccoli and rice two weeks straight. I’m not saying it can’t be done. It can. Is it fun? Most certainly not.
Expectations have to be adjusted. Goals and set points have to be outlined, so the path ahead is clear. You need a game-plan when your lover shows up on Friday evening, with chocolate fondue and a rose in his mouth, declaring that the gym will have to wait and gymnastics in the bedroom is the solution to starvation in the middle east.
I will openly admit to the fact, that I live my life in a pretty crazy fashion. Most wouldn’t fancy my lifestyle, train like I do, or devote twenty percent of their existence to weighing chicken.
Why then, does it work for me? How can I keep doing, what I do, long pas February. Year after year? Why do you often find me in an overheated corner of a gym, when most of everyone else has packed up and gone to the beach, or hit a flight to Spain? What is my dirty little secret?
Consistency and priorities.
I simply can’t imagine doing anything else, that makes more sense, or brings the same measure of fulfillment.
Despite getting bored or demotivated from time to time.
I love my life and I love what I do.
I’ve been a runner on/off for years. What happens is that eventually I get fed up and stop altogether. It’s a race I can’t seem to win and more importantly, it doesn’t spark joy. I also failed to set realistic goals for myself. Without a target the race becomes a whole different kind of unmanageable. Why keep running, if you have no clue exactly why and what you are running for?
Maybe your target is losing 20-30 lbs, maybe more, maybe less. The important thing is asking yourself ‘Why?’. Why do you want to lose weight? Is to be healthier? Are you at health risk? Is it because you are insecure? Want to feel more confident? Is it because someone have pointed out you could ‘loose some’?
It’s important to define why things plays a significant role in your life. Having a clear end target will give you an idea of where to go, how to stay on your path and when you have won the race.
I fell into the setting of the gym and lifting weights, by accident. I had strained myself running and had to find a suitable alternative. I made ALL the mistakes someone could possible make in my first half year. None the less, I felt something there, I never had running mile after mile. I found real joy by the dumbbells. It was a matrix moment. It didn’t take me long to start seeing major results and ditch the cardio all together. I was in my element. I love everything about being there, the iron, the chalk, the pump. The people I train with is my tribe. They get my language and I feel at home.
This is what consistency looks like: Something you can see yourself doing for the rest of your life. Or more importantly, something you can’t imagine living without.
So I dare you: Find out what is important to you. I don’t care whether it is lifting weights, running ultra-endurance marathons, swimming or playing beer-pong. Find out what you enjoy and stick with it.
The unsexy truth about results and mastery, is that they only occur when you keep grinding long enough to become good at what you do.
If it is truly important to you, you’ll find a way.
4th of May 2017.