After having two kids, I found myself 40 pounds heavier than the weight I am when I feel I am the most myself.
Yeah, you read that right. I don’t feel myself when I’m heavier. I probably wouldn’t feel myself if I were underweight, but, I’ve never been there.
So, I started working out. Only, when you have two kids, and a job, and a house, and a bunch of related responsibilities, then you can’t just say “I’m going to the gym,” and go to the gym.
My options were: work out at home, and risk waking up the kids, OR go to the gym at night when the kids are sleeping and I have zero energy, OR, wake up at 4:30 am, get out of bed, and go to the gym.
So that last one is what I chose.
And I did it over and over and over again.
Then, over the course of a year, I lost those 40 pounds.
I did not step on a scale for the first 6 months, because I knew I’d get discouraged.
Then I stepped on the scale and was very much encouraged, and, just kept going and going.
Anyway, that was not to say: so, like a year ago, I lost 40 pounds over the course of the whole year before that.
No, no, nope.
Instead, it was to say: I did not feel myself, so I made some difficult changes, and forging through the uncomfortable brought me to where I needed to be.
I think uncomfortable and challenging times are actually vehicles that you drive to an awesome place called Goal Realization. It’s like, the fastest way to that place.
It is not easy to wake up at 4:30 in the morning and push yourself out of bed, sneaking out of the house, somehow having the mental capacity to remember both sneakers AND headphones, especially when the weather is bad and scraping snow off the car is involved. But whatever, soon enough you’re at the gym, and you’re pretty much the only one there, and it’s just you and your favorite music in your headphones, and you’re just pushing yourself through all of the conflict in your life, before anyone else you know has even opened their eyes, and you feel beautiful and you feel strong and you feel like you’re really alive, even if you’re nowhere near your goal yet. Even if your goal feels like 5 million years away from that moment.
So anyway, if you’ve got some January goals, and you’re already in a funk, just embrace the challenge. Embrace it. Call it your friend. Give it a high-5. Say – yeah man, I’m totally doing it. And then do it. And check out where you are a few months, or even a year later. Probably a happier version of yourself.
I’ve got some other goals that are more in the forefront of my life right now, but, I just wanted to put this out there, for anyone who might be thinking – what am I doing? Why am I even trying?
Just keep going, especially when everything sucks. Oh yeah, and don’t tell anyone. It feels the best when you’re still going when everything absolutely, totally sucks, anyway.