It’s fairly common that I’ll have a day where I don’t feel like being organized or disciplined. I’ll question if being strict with my diet or having a routine each morning and evening is really making me happy. Spoiler alert…it is.
What is actually happening is that I’m stuck in the moment of discomfort and I’m forgetting or losing sight of the long-term satisfaction of having my shit together.
It’s a slow, arduous process which rarely sees results. But when the results reveal themselves, it’s like uncovering gold.
Stick to the process, especially when you don’t want to. Don’t forget.