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your "tipping point"

I will safely state that I have finally reached that "speed forward ahead" point with my training.

It's the point where you don't crave the foods or consume the excess that drifts you from your goals.

It's the point where you can actually see changes when you look in the mirror.

It's the point where not only are your pants looser, but so are your shirts.

It's the point where you step inside the gym even when you don't feel like it because you know you won't allow yourself to walk out.  And you know that by being there you wouldn't dare waste that time on a half-assed session.

It's the point where you do feel like it.

This has been a feeling that I haven't unlocked since I was close to stepping on stage the first time, back in 2010.  That was the first time in my life that I had committed to results driven training versus just wading through the cardio equipment in the gym and eating Taco Bell for dinner.

To get myself here, I just worked to keep my head in the game.  At times I felt like I was working harder to keep my focus on training than I actually was on the act of training.  And sometimes, that is what you need to do.

To anyone struggling to maintain consistency with any aspect of training or nutrition....you just have to.  There's no fancy way of saying it and no motivation I can offer.

You just have to.  Please give that to yourself.  Work it consistently....often and hard....

Actually - scratch that.  I despise the word "hard."  No one wants to do anything that is hard - I don't.

But I will do something that is challenging.  Make it challenging.

You'll reach your "tipping point."


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