Bigger Carrots…
I competed in a powerlifting competition last weekend.
Talk about spur of the moment decision making.
I found out about on Wednesday and felt the competitive urge kick in. The rationale side of my brain wondered what I was thinking. It’s not like I had trained for the meet…at all. I’ve just come off a fat loss protocol, I’m not nearly as strong I have been in the past, and I’ve got a few orthopedic issues that I deal with on a daily basis, but I couldn’t deny the desire to challenge myself.
I didn’t have expectations on winning, but as soon as I decided to do it (of course, I got permission from the lovely Diane), my whole mindset adjusted into competitive mode. My preparations for the next couple days were effortless.
I had to drop a few pounds which was “easy”. I had to restrict a few carbs, water load, and sweat a couple pounds off, but it was a piece of cake (hold the cake).
I wasn’t concerned about the process or the details leading up to the meet so much as I was focused on the outcome of being ready for the meet.
I’ve seen clients go through the same process in trying to achieve their goals of fat loss or performance.
It’s like the stubborn donkey that refuses to move until you hang the carrot out in front him to get him to move forward. It has to be a big enough carrot to entice him to go get it. Then he’s no longer concerned about the process of getting it and he walks forward in anticipation of the outcome…eating the carrot.
If you’re struggling to achieve a goal, hit a certain percent body fat, lift a certain weight, run a certain distance, and question whether you’re willing to do what it takes…Maybe you just need a bigger carrot.
Then the rest is easy.
Text Messaging…
My cell phone doesn’t have a text messaging option. I can receive them, but trying to answer them is a pain is butt.
That’s okay because I don’t really understand the whole text messaging “thing” (am I showing my age…have I become my Dad?).
To me text messaging is like saying, “I have something really unimportant that I want you to know right away, and it’s not worth actually talking to you, but I would like to distract you from doing something productive.”
I’d have to rank it up there as the lowest form of communication in a world of communicaton overload.
So get this.
There’s a new gym in town. I don’t personally know the owners, but somehow they know me and got my cell number.
They’ve sent me two text messages asking me if I’m interested in working for them. So now I have cell phone SPAM to deal with as well the usual crap in my email inbox?!
Uh…No thank you…and, uh…No.
How ’bout a little effort on your part…smoke signals, sky writing, singing telegram, or a lavish gift for my wife??
Oh, here’s a creative idea…how about an appropriate well-written introductory letter to start things off.
At least I would have called you back, thanked you for the offer and turned it down respectfully in a personal phone call rather than including your total lack of class in a blog post.
Bill