Excuses. I have a million of them. My knee hurts. I am tired. It’s cold. I am hungry. I don’t feel well.
And they’re all true.
But I have this thing called a goal. Not a dream. A goal. I am going to lose 20 lbs. And I have 12 weeks to do it.
So excuses have to be defanged. They can’t dictate my actions. I have the power to choose. I can choose to run up the stairs full speed on the gauntlet. I can choose to make sure I do all my reps during weight lighting. I can choose to get the heck out of bed in the morning. I can choose not to put junk food in my mouth.
Because I’m letting my goal dictate who I am. Not my excuses.