Monday, July 29, 2013
I can admit it; I have instant gratification issues. When I want something, I want it now. And I make it happen. Let's say I want to try a new recipe. I am trying that recipe tonight, dammit. Or I start getting bored with my work wardrobe. Straight to the mall, do not pass go, do not collect $200, get a couple of pairs of pants, or a shirt or two. Maybe I feel like I need to have a goal to work for. Well, let me just sign up for a race, no, make that three long distance races.
This has been a pattern for me for as long as I can remember. And it is something I generally love about myself. I don't mess around, I get sh*t done. The problem is that when it comes to getting what I want in terms of my physique, I can't make it happen. Not that fast. I am not going to wake up tomorrow with the body of a fitness competitor. I am not going to suddenly be cranking out ten pull ups tonight, just through sheer will. And I find that disheartening. My motivation needs something to keep it going, and the progress I make can never be rapid or obvious enough.
And I've tried this 'setting small goals' stuff. But it just doesn't do it for me. I can't get excited about the next five pounds, or running for ten more minutes tomorrow than I did today. I can get behind 30 pounds, or finishing my first full marathon. The problem is that the 30 pounds and the full marathon will never happen if I can't get through the next five pounds, or ten minutes.
In the absence of an alternative, my challenge for this week is to keep my eye on the long term prizes, but to focus on the small things that have to happen first. So tonight I just have to run for an hour, and try to up my chest and tris weights. Maybe I'll go for a quick swim afterwards. It just sounds so boring.
I want drama and excitement. I want the dream; the body, the fitness ability, the proud achievements. I want the whole elephant.
How do you eat an elephant? One (slightly tedious) bite at a time.