There’s something I want to share with you today that I am sure you might be able to relate to.
Cause we’ve all been there at some time or another.
This is a story with about the time I quit.
As a recently turned 18 year old I was enjoying the social side of life a little more than I had done previously.
Cause now I could do it legally of course.
And that was back in the day of $1 drinks so I’m sure you can imagine what punishment my liver took.
Anyways, I decided to join the uni gym cause I had in the back of my head that I wanted to go back to play footy the following year and needed a few extra kilos to help my cause – being a tall and skinny kid and all that.
Hindsight is a wonderful thing, cause if I had my time over again I would have passed on that idea of going back to playing – seeing as how I feel now.
But the gym was convenient cause I had time to kill between lectures.
So I got the girl there to write me a program.
To be honest, I only really did that cause she was pretty hot and I was too shy to actually talk to her about something other than training.
The plan was to put on a bit of muscle before going back to playing footy.
I tried it for a few times.
Then one day half way through a workout I thought “why on earth am I doing this?”
And I just walked out and didn’t go back.
I hadn’t seen any progress. Kind of obvious cause I was only doing it for a month or so.
But I was a bit de-motivated by it all.
Have you ever had a moment like that?
I wasn’t enjoying it and just quit.
Same goes for swimming a few years later.
Got sick of staring at the black line and just didn’t go back.
At least that time I switched to focusing on cycling instead.
But you can see from those two examples I just got sick of what I was doing and stopped.
Well it’s a long time ago now, but i figure at 18, my social life was more important than my training life.
Now I wish I had of kept on going with it.
Who knows? I might have put on a few kgs and got what I wanted.
Might have made me better prepared for when I went back to play footy.
But we don’t get do-overs.
This story isn’t just to ramble on, but hopefully to show you that yes, like you, I’ve had moments in my life where I had two choices.
Stick it out or quit.
And I’ve taken the out when in hindsight I should have taken a better option.
Just like with my swimming example, I had learned from my mistake a few years earlier and picked an alternative – something that I was passionate about at that time.
In that example it was spending more time on my bike.
A year or two ago I started walking again when my body told me it needed a bit less time on the workouts to get over a few niggles.
I ended up keeping the walks in when I got over those couple of niggles cause I liked it so much.
The main take home with this tale is you need the right motivation to keep doing what you’re doing.
Or find something else.
If things aren’t working for you, what could that be down to?
If you know it’s something you should be doing, what are the alternatives?
After all, exercise shouldn’t be a punish.
Sure, you don’t have to love it.
I’ve had various stages over the years where I haven’t exactly been in love with it. I just knew I had to do it in some form.
You know what else that experience told me?
And it’s something that actually benefits you now at DPM.
Actually, this is a pretty big thing.
People need to see noticeable changes early.
Or they’ll do what I did and quit.
Whether that change is a physical thing with the scales getting lower and the clothes getting looser.
Or maybe it’s an increase in energy.
Maybe even noticing that things during a workout aren’t as hard as what they used to be.
And you find yourself doing more.
Those changes happen pretty quick.
And they accumulate.
Kinda cool when they all start to build up and the snowball effect on your progress takes off.
So I’ve been able to learn how those times I quit can actually be beneficial to you now.
Hopefully you can do the same in your situation when you look back at the reasons behind yours.