I am sorry. I have to. I am tired of watching people get ship wrecked half way to their destination when some up front planning could go a long way towards them being successful.
Wanna increase the possibilities of reaching your goals this up coming year?
Does the goal you’re looking at going to have an impact of your life? The late Zig Ziglar once said that if you want to evaluate the level of investment in yourself all you have to do is look at a plate of bacon and eggs. The chicken, he said, made a contribution. The pig, on the other hand made a commitment.
That example has served me well over the years. If I am not totally invested in what I am about to do I will fail. That voice inside will tell me. “It’s really not worth it.” or “You are fine the way you are!”
For years Joan begged me to drop 50 pounds or so. I have a familial history of hypertension and had a lower back injury that when aggravated caused my sciatic nerve to act up. Ya think that would be enough, wouldn’t you?
It did not.
It took failing down in front of roughly forty five thousand people at a college football game and having to disrupt everyone’s plans for the day to cause me to reassess not only the impact on my life but on the life of so many others.
Setting a goal to lose those fifty pounds suddenly became very personal and reaching it was going to have a positive impact on my life.
Take small bites. I spent a better part of my adult life trying to lose those fifty pounds. If you’ve been there you know it’s really frustrating. You plunk down some hard earned cash for a gym membership or a diet program and you start off great but you just can’t seem to sustain. After awhile you give up. This may be for everyone else but not for you. (Or me either.)
The problem is not you or how you live or what you eat or any on that stuff. It’s a vision issue. We can’t fathom whats going to happen next week much less next year. In my case I was never sure what someone who weighed fifty pounds less than I did acted and looked like. What did they eat? Stuff like that. While it was nice to day dream about it I couldn’t get my hands around its impact on my life.
We live in a monkey-see-monkey-do world. When we have no basis for our goals we look to the right or left and copy what the person next to us is doing because, “Hey, if it worked for them it will probably work for me!”
Until it doesn’t.
That’s when frustration sets in and we start to doubt ourselves and why-the-hell-did-I start-all-of-this-anyway!
We give up.
Call it fate or dumb luck I started to figure out that my weight wasn’t what was keeping me from reaching my goal. It was my behavior. (Eating a bag of Halloween Buterfingers does wonders for the midsection.) Now, I’d spent a ton of money on working with a couple health coaches and a personal trainer so I pretty much knew the “what.” I just needed to figure out the “how.” I tackled one issue at a time and set a monthly or sometimes weekly goal.
I didn’t starve myself or deny myself. My goal was becoming healthy. It meant making choices that would help mt move forward. At the end of a month I’d evaluate my progress. If things were going well I’d keep-on-keepin’-on. If I’d hit a rough patch, I’d take a step back and look at what I needed to adjust.
Find someone to help hold you accountable. Did you know the main reason we had homework was to make sure we had paid attention in class. It wasn’t to learn anything. It was to reinforce that the real learning came when the teacher held out a book or sheath of papers and deposited wisdom into our growing brains.
Homework made sure we were paying attention.
I bring this up because as adults our goals aren’t much different than when we were in school. There was an end game then – graduation. There is an end game now – you fill in the blanks. Homework kept us accountable on our academic journey.
Lemme ask you something?
Who holds you accountable in the here and now.
Every Monday, with the exception of holidays, I wait for my phone to ring. Some weeks I answer it quickly and joyfully, and others I let it ring.
That’s usually followed by a text message: “I know where you live.”
It’s my accountability partner.
Each week I share my progress towards my goals. They listen to me and give me kudos if I stay on track or, on the rare occasion I’ve been goofing off they help me focus. They know me, know my business and while we like and respect each other, they are not my friend.
Sometimes they have to ask difficult questions. Accountability partners are the people who aren’t afraid to stick their heads in the lions mouth and don’t worry about getting it snapped off.
If you don’t have one find one.
That’s it for this week.
Talk to you next Tuesday