Let’s be real; Consistency sucks.

Easy to say, hard AF to do.

In May of 2019, I was finally fed up with my poor eating habits and less-than-stellar health, so I decided to do something about it.

This wasn’t the first time I’d decide to fix my act. A year before I had pledged to myself to go on a diet – and failed miserably. Two years before that I’d thrown myself into a workout regimen, stuck to it for 3 months and then crashed out in a fireball of shame.

Both times my inspiration to change had been pure adrenaline. I had bought in, saddled up, but still failed. What made me think 2019 would be any different?

That’s what makes consistency such a pain in the ass.

The difference between success and failure rarely comes down to talent or education – it’s all about staying power. And what most people don’t understand is the hardest person to overcome is yourself.

In all my previous attempts to get healthier, I subconsciously gave myself permission to quit. When things would get too hard, I’d whip out my go-to Nigerians sentiment:

I cannot come and kill muself.

Except, I was killing myself. Not fixing my act meant I was often in physical pain, worried about my deteriorating health.