Motivation
What is motivation? What makes one person drag their sorry ass to the gym every day - rain or shine - while another person couldn’t work up the enthusiasm to get off the couch if their hair was on fire? What differentiates us in this way? Why are some of us inclined (nay, compelled) to adhere to this bodybuilding lifestyle while others of us continue to cram our faces with sweets and crap and other unhealthy things?
This has been top of mind recently - ever since I learned that my brother has decided to give up all his bad habits and get himself in shape. He is now in worse shape than I was when I started my journey, and while I applaud him for wanting to do this, there is a part of me that KNOWS he won’t keep at it. He never has. I can’t count the number of times my brother has vowed to walk the straight and narrow. I’ve seen him flush his cigarettes down the toilet; I’ve helped him empty his cupboard of Twinkies and Doritos and pre-packaged food. It doesn’t last. It never lasts. The longest he’s ever gone has been three weeks. I give him credit for going that long. The boy simply has NO discipline.
Why? We were raised by the same set of parents. We had the same surroundings. We both had the same opportunities. What makes us different? I wish I knew.
