Vices

Free cheese is always available in mousetraps

Every good intention has a pitfall. The expectation that this time will be different, the positive – I will celebrate my wins – comes crashing down like a kite that has lost its drift. As much as I want this with every fibre of my being, I lose the challenge from waking. The habits, the lack of energy and the cycle negates any chance of progress.

My reading recently has primarily included reflection, understanding motivation and the why. I need the right motivation if I’m going to succeed. The underlying driver that I can meditate on in moments of weakness. I had thought my reasoning was sound until the temptation strikes. The thought patterns tend to migrate around “what will one slip up hurt, it is all about moderation, you are not making any progress so why not?”

So, how am I going to do it? My why reminder is plastered, where I can see every morning when I wake. I have invested in equipment, a program, a planner everything I can possibly need to be successful. I have also told people. A new thing for me, being accountable and sharing my tale which is scary, and hopefully going to help me get to my goals.

I commit (again and hopefully for the last time) to sticking to my plan; 12 weeks of the Fast 800, weekly blog post, daily instagram updates, daily exercise – however short or long. This is my challenge, this is my goal and plan.

My why – I want to go home. I want to see my family and friends, and not be embarrassed about it. I know this will keep me going when temptation strikes.

Why are you chasing your dream?

Goodbye wine, junkfood, chocolate and excusing exercise…. hello determination.

Cathartic-Ella out.