Someone told me weight loss was WWI trench warfare.
True enough. And so is every day. Every single day – is literally a matter of life and death. The problem is that we’re impatient. It’s hard to be disciplined.
It’s hard to go to bed at a reasonable hour so that…
…you can wake up with energy…so that…
…you can go to the gym…so that….
….you can build muscle. So that…
you burn fat faster…so that….
…you fit into smaller pants.
Each step is easy enough, but the whole of it, living in the lines and building yourself up so you can take bigger risks is hard. Doing what it takes to prepare yourself to win is hard because look, there are endless distractions out there.
Each step is easy. One time, it’s not hard to skip a latte and have a black tea. Or whatever. But the whole of it can get crushing sometimes, we rebel even when we see results. And when we plateau, it’s hard.
I’ve made endless “bold announcements” that this time I’d stick to some sort of schedule. It was the only way I was able to stomach being in real estate for so long. The schedule, the koan. Every day was about submission to something I predetermined.
But that only works so long, I’m not vile enough to make it as a realtor and so cognitive dissonance wracked me.
Still, there’s a balance between “doing any old thing you want,” and being over-scheduled like a 10 year old with Ballet, Gym, etc. I’m trying to find it.
I know people that use spreadsheets, index cards, evernote to do this sort of thing, and it might be what I have to do, I’m commited to living like each day is a matter of life and death. I’m willing to try whatever tools can help me live it out.
Each day I want to be exhausting, intense, and I want to make progress everyday.
I don’t know how to get there just yet.