This is my Monday morning rant. I would give more context, but, we can just say I was heated for a little while this morning.
Let me get real honest for a minute...
You want to know the number 1 reason why most won’t reach their goals?
Being disciplined is hard, it’s not easy. It’s not easy eating 5-7 times a day just to keep up with your body’s demands. It’s not easy to wake up every morning without being told and get to work. It’s easy to not workout and go to the gym. It’s easy to eat shitty food that doesn’t serve your temple. It’s easy to not keep up on laundry, the dishes, and other living habits. It’s easy to justify your life and situation as to why it can’t be something instead of finding all the reasons it can be something. It’s easy to talk about your dreams. It’s easy to boast about your goals.
The hard part is the fucking work.
I know. I was scared of the work. I was scared of what success means. Now, I am ready to win. I am all-in on all levels. There’s no going back now because when you fully commit to something , and you make public statements, your legacy is on the line. Once the decision is made, there’s no going back to living a life of mediocrity.
All the things that I said are easy, are now hard.
It’s hard to not eat 5,6,7 times a day because I know my goals. It’s not hard to go to the gym and workout because every day I wake up I have intention. It’s not hard getting up every morning without a boss to go to work for, I get to do what I love every single day for the rest of my life. It’s not hard finding the motivation on the days I don’t feel like doing something because this type of living isn’t for a day, a week, or a month, this style of living is for the rest of my life.
When you make the decision to forge winning habits to your identity, there’s no going back. There’s no going back to the old you once you’ve gone all-in.
If you’ve regressed back to your old self, it wasn’t important enough to you the first time around.
I know how this is. I have gotten insanely committed a handful of times over the last 4 years. I have been motivated. I have been able to commit to 6 months of structured living and somehow find a way to allow myself to get out of the routine which results in being right back where I started 6 months prior. This is just being lazy. Like so fucking lazy. Whenever you allow your life to get off track it’s your own damn fault. I was fucking lazy. I wasn’t eating right, working out, learning, growing, and putting in the work that’s required to win in this game. I had false hope. Hope is weak, laziness is weak.
Discipline is strong, get you some of that.
Once the decision is made to stop being lazy, disciple takes over.
Discipline is what makes you meal prep at 12am because you know you won’t have time tomorrow to prepare your meals. Discipline is wiping the counter after eating a meal so the mess doesn’t build up and you end up spending hours having to clean. Discipline is stretching every night because you know the consequences in the morning if you don’t. Discipline is saying no to that casual beer instead you put in a few more hours of work or personal care. Discipline is staying faithful to your word when opportunity arises to go against such. Discipline is doing all these things not for a day, a week, a year, but for a lifetime.
The way you do one thing is the way you do everything.
I’ve been scared people. I’ve been scared to win. Maybe you’re scared too. Success can be paralyzing.
Success is only paralyzing to losers, and you my friends are, winners.
Rant over. Happy Monday.