Setbacks can really suck.
Especially when we’re the ones to blame.
Which, to be clear, is 99.99% of the time 🙂
We have our goals.
We know what we want.
We’re working toward it.
We’re hitting the gym.
We’re prepping the meals.
We’re setting the alarm.
We’re doing the work.
Then, we deviate.
We skip the training sessions.
We eat the things.
We watch the seasons.
We put our immediate pleasure before our delayed satisfaction.
It then doesn’t take long for us to feel, in a tangible way, the consequences of our actions.
We’re stiff and achy.
We’re bloated and gassy.
We’re tired and irritable.
We recognize the delta between our plan and our reality.
Our expectations and our circumstances.
And we know that we’re the ones who did it.
That, if we continue, that delta will grow.
Then we start beating ourselves up.
We tell ourselves how we should know better.
How we deserve what we’re experiencing.
All sorts of nasty things.
Yet one pervasive idea that enters our minds in such times is perhaps the most destructive.
That we’ve ruined our progress.
That this single moment in time defines our efforts.
That we should just quit.
This is never true.
So long as you have any capability to affect your circumstances.
So long as you are above the ground.
You have hope.
Creating your best life might take longer than you’d anticipated.
You might take a different route than planned.
Your idea of what your best life is may even change.
But you’ve never “ruined” your progress.
There’s always hope.
Keep it up.
You’ve got this.