...or maybe he was on a treadmill.
When it comes to my various week-long re-commitments to going to the gym, I feel a little like the wistful Jay Gatsby in Fitzgerald's novel. He "believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that's no matter-- to-morrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther.... And one fine morning---" we'll stay home and stuff our faces with doughnuts. Okay, that's not how Fitzgerald ended his novel, but you get the idea.
After a good night's sleep and good eats, I was ready to tackle day one today--new faces, new challenges and all. So, compelled by my first day enthusiasm I also picked up a semester pass to the gym. In retrospect, this means either one of two things:
1) I will finally get my run on and balance out my lentil soup gorging, doughnut snarfing habits.
2) I got sucked in by a good deal and my enthusiasm for starting a new leaf, will use it for the first week and then feel too bogged down in work (or doughnuts) to get my butt to the gym.
But maybe this time, the green light isn't on the shore across from me. Maybe it doesn't recede from me. Maybe this year is the year I catch up with it. If I write this up here and gym-time is in my planner as scheduled time, maybe I'll stick to possible outcome #1.
What mechanisms do you have in place to jump start and then maintain activities till they become habits?
Happy adventuring!
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