Somebody said something last weekend that has had me reflecting on how I want my goals as opposed to what I want. Are the things I claim to want really goals, or are they just daydreams?
I was riding with a cyclist who told me he rides 1000 miles a month. I said I couldn't get that many miles in, and he told me that he believed I could if I wanted to. After reflection, I agreed. It might would mean not watching sports, not walking my dog, giving up my book club, but if it were my priority in life, I would make it happen.
When it comes to being a millionaire, being a musician who can belt out tunes a la Adele, that kind of thing, I want them but I know they are abstract fantasies. I never plan to achieve them. When I think about travelling places, reading books, studying new subjects, these are goals I chip away out. The question is: which category does my weight goal fall into??
Today I'm signing up for another dietbet. I've slipped. My clothes are tight. I dread starting the fall cycling season without dropping these recent pounds. I want the pounds to be gone, really gone, not just a daydream I fall into. And I'm going to do something about it!!