“Success isn't a result of spontaneous combustion.
You must set yourself on fire.”
–Arnold H. Glasow
You think that’s all it would take… all it require to ignite your weight-loss efforts and start them raging into an out-of-control inferno.
But you stutter and sputter and eventually fizzle out before it gets going good. It just can’t catch…
There’s no spark, no mojo, no magic.
Every day, you wake up and that same flawed face is staring back at you, reminding you of everything that you haven’t managed to get done, how despite your best intentions and your everything-you’ve-got effort, you still can’t generate any real heat with what you’re doing.
I've lost count of how many times I started back at Square One, how many Mondays I woke up and said “This is finally it!” only to trip and fall almost before I got out of the starting gate. Even my successes were flawed, because my losses didn’t stick… didn’t even come close to sticking. I’d hit my goal weight like it was a trampoline and then shoot back up into the stratosphere.
The takeaway? Success isn’t a finish line and it sure as hell isn’t a number a scale.
It’s a flame that you tend to, that you feed, nourish and protect.
You start small because that’s the way every fire begins.
You just have to keep making sparks.
Because that’s the only thing that ever turns into a wildfire.