Going to the gym is tough. Since last week I have been waking up at 5:00 a.m. to get to the gym by 5:30 a.m. Honestly, I think I am a little crazy, but that is not what I want to talk about today. (Maybe another time.) I want to talk about the moment when I wake up to the first beeps of my alarm clock. When my alarm goes off, I wake up and pick it up. (It is my phone.) I turn the sound off and this is when the moment of decision happens. Time seems to stand still and I have to make a choice. Even though I am sleepy and it is earlier than anyone should ever wake up, my brain is coherent enough to say, "Do I get up and go to the gym or do I sleep in an extra five minutes. " Notice my brain does not say, "Do I get up and go to the gym or not go to the gym." If that were the case, I am stubborn enough to say, "No, I am going to the gym," but I might be susceptible to another five minutes in my sleep induced state of incoherence.
If I give in to five minutes, my mind will then say, "Why not five more. Five more could not possibly hurt." I then end up not going to the gym as five minutes turns to twenty then to fifty. It ends with, "You don't have time to go to the gym this morning."
That is why the moment of decision is so important. I have had to become disciplined to say "no" to myself when it is only "five" more minutes. I know from experience that small compromises can destroy goals and lead to larger compromises.
The hardest part for me is accepting the fact that I have a choice. I can either do something or not. I have a choice whether I want to admit I have a choice or not.
The moment of decision is there every time.