The Decision Was Already Made

Yesterday was a long day.

I’m on vacation next week, and I have a mountain of work to get through before I leave the office on Friday. I was tired by the time I got home, and even more so after we all went to the baseball fields to play before walking back home to get the kids to bed.

But then I got changed, I grabbed my headphones, I walked out to the garage, and I started my workout.

And I realized something.

I didn’t even have to think about it.

I just did it.

I have spent the last couple of months trying to convince myself every night that I should go work out. I have spent the last couple of months telling myself that the casual walk around the neighborhood with the boys or taking them to the fields so they could run around counted as a workout and that I didn’t need to go lift weights.

But then a few nights ago, I made the choice to go out there. I had some outside motivation because I am now working with a personal trainer, but I still had to walk out the door and lift the weights for the first time in months. I was sore. It was so much harder than I remembered. But I did it.

Then I did it again the next night.

And the next.

And then last night, I didn’t have to convince myself. There wasn’t a negotiation with my recliner or a debate with the television.

The decision had already been made.

I was heading out to the garage to work out.

I’d like to say the decision was easy.

I’d like to say that weeks or months ago I decided I needed to get in better shape and simply started.

But that’s not what happened.

I’ve known for a long time that I needed to invest in myself physically, and yet I didn’t.

I chose to watch television after the kids went to bed.

I chose to go back for seconds at dinner.

I chose to have snacks when I wasn’t hungry.

And I made a thousand excuses for those choices.

I’m tired.

I’m stressed.

I’ll do it tomorrow.

Then I would regret the decision after it was already too late to change it.

So what changed?

For me, it was committing to a personal training program.

I committed to someone else that I would put in the work.

That person wasn’t my wife.

It wasn’t my kids.

It was a stranger I met on the internet.

I don’t know why that was the thing that finally mattered.

But I do know this:

I went from struggling to make the right choice when it came to food and exercise…

…to having a few days in a row where I didn’t even see a choice.

The decision had already been made.

I don’t know how to turn that into a lesson everyone else can apply because I think we all have different triggers—different non-negotiable reasons for finally doing something we couldn’t bring ourselves to do before.

Mine happened to be accountability to someone I had just met.

Yours will probably be something completely different.

What I do know is that I never stopped believing there had to be something that would eventually make it click.

Even while I was breaking promises to myself almost every day, I never stopped hoping that one day I wouldn’t.

Does that mean I have changed forever?

I don’t know.

I’ve lost the weight before.

I’ve put it all back on before.

History says that’s possible.

I can’t promise that I won’t fall back into old habits because I don’t have the track record to make that promise believable.

What I can promise is that I won’t stop remaining open to whatever helps me become the person I want to be.

Because sometimes the breakthrough isn’t something you can force.

Sometimes it arrives because you kept trying long enough to recognize it when it did.

My hope for you is that you don’t stop looking for—or remaining open to—that catalyst in your own life.

Whether it’s exercise.

Writing.

Repairing a relationship.

Battling addiction.

Or finally beginning the thing you’ve been putting off.

I hope you find the thing that finally makes keeping the promise feel more natural than breaking it.

The point isn’t to become someone who never struggles.

It’s to slowly become someone who no longer has to negotiate with themselves every time.

Because eventually, the decision isn’t about who you could be.

It’s about who you are.

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