Overcoming Frustration


I look at the calendar and realize that there is only one week left in this first month of this new year.  Did I make any progress?  Did I build any new (good) habits?  Did I accomplish any of my goals?

I started this week frustrated.  Frustrated because I am trying to drop a few extra pounds that don’t seem to want to budge.  Frustrated because I am tracking my macros and not seeing any progress.  Frustrated because I know that to a certain degree I have been sabotaging my own progress.

I wanted to quit.  I wanted to go get a cupcake at Bubblecake.  I emailed my coaches and told them I was done with this.   And my coach told me this:

“Because all too often, we see quitting as some kind of solution that solves whatever frustration we’re dealing with right now. When in reality, it’s kinda like getting way out into the wilderness and then willfully cutting our lifeline.”

I had to sit on that one for a bit.  Chew on it.  Step back for a moment and admit to myself that he was right.  That the only person who can decide my path is me.

I had many goals to hit going into this year – beyond my health and fitness and perhaps too many.  Trying to do all of them has led me to kind of half-assing all of them and hence frustration.

So I reassess.  I figure out where I can improve and I start IMMEDIATELY.  I take some of my own advice and start small.  Because small changes can lead to big changes over time.

I am building on my good habits and slowly trying to reduce the bad ones.  Its work.  It takes effort and many times I would rather take an easier path.  But I always try to remember one of my favorite poems by Robert Frost – “The Road Not Taken”

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.


If things haven’t quite gone has planned – don’t give up.  Just start again.

Live. Love. Laugh. Grow

Thanks for reading-


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