I don’t like making the effort, but I like the results of making the effort.
The trick is in convincing yourself to turn the effort into a habit. The first time I wake up at 5 am, I feel like a zombie, and it takes me a solid twenty minutes to get out of bed, and even then I’m grouchy until the first cup of coffee. The first time I go running, it’s not exactly a run as it is short bursts of jogging followed by long intervals of wheezing and cussing under my breath. And eating healthy means consciously substituting those Oreos for an apple, or sugar-free gum.
It’s really easy to fall back into the old habits. I don’t have a sweet tooth, I have a sweet tusk. And while I certainly enjoy dancing and acting and swimming and sometimes even exercise, usually I’m the immovable object rather than the unstoppable force – which also applies to sleep. Dang, I love sleeping in.
So making a new habit is tricky, sometimes. You sort of have to bribe yourself to do it. For me, dragging myself out of bed at 5:30 (baby steps) to wheeze on down the road wasn’t fun or easy the first time, but I did see a rabbit in someone’s front yard, and it’s pretty cool to see the sunrise. So the next time, it was a bit easier. And this morning I saw a deer, which is a definite upgrade from rabbits.
It’s the same thing with books. I like writing, but I don’t like shutting myself away from other people, even if I need that solitude in order to write. But it’s pretty darn awesome to hold Book Two in my hands and say, “I made this.”
And a year down the line, with a bigger library of books written, and lungs that will actually handle over thirty solid minutes’ worth of running? That’s something to get excited about.
I mean, it’s still really uncomfortable for now, but progress isn’t supposed to be comfortable. And once it turns into a proper habit, then making the effort will stop being something to complain about – and the results will only get better from there.