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Day 18 on which my motivated self, thank God, torpedos my weak self



Although I think that motivation is incredibly overrated as a methodology for getting things done, I do spend about half an hour a day reading or, if I absolutely must, listening to motivational literature.

One of the more powerful things I’ve heard in the last 2 or 3 years was a TedX talk by Al Switzler (this is really worth watching; I’ve pulled one concept from a 20 minute video, and it’s ALL good stuff) on behavior change.


 He and his colleagues study personal change, and one of the important things they’ve discovered is that willpower is not a good predictor of whether an individual will be able to make a major life change. You know what is, though? Whether that individual has set up their physical environment to make doing the right thing easy, and doing the wrong thing hard.

Something that I did early on in #100DaysofHealth was to empty the larder, as it were (I’m not sure I have a larder, but what a great, underused word) of anything and everything that wasn’t “real food” (as in, Eat Real Food, Not Much, Mostly Plants). Out went the candy, booze, white bread, chips, pasta…everything that might later become a temptation.

And good thing, too, because had those things been here yesterday, I would have eaten ALL of them.

Yep, after 17 days of barely being tempted by anything that wasn’t in my plan, I had 2 days in a row during which I had to meet with multiple strangers for multiple hours. As a dyed-in-the-wool introvert, those are about as hard and exhausting as days get, and as we know from the book Willpower, drained energy + lack of glucose = total collapse of same.

That’s why, by the end of day 2, my brain was DEMANDING sugar, alcohol, refined carbs, anything (and lots of it) to make it “feel better”. There was no reasoning with it. There was no satisfying it with kale. There was no energy left to make “good” decisions.

At other times (when I wouldn’t have felt obligated to report the total failure of my project to 1,000 blog readers), I’d have headed home and had a double pasta with anything sauce and a side of martinis and been done with it. But this time, all I had to do was get home and not leave.

Because there was nothing here to binge on that could derail me. Yes, I stuffed my face—with leftover braised brussels sprouts and Kimchi. And then I went back and ate even more—smoked salmon this time. There was literally nothing in refrigerator or pantry that could serve as a setback.

Trust me, I searched.

So instead of the night ending in partying and regret, it ended in what my body probably REALLY needed: an early bedtime.

When our willpower to do anything (or avoid anything) is strong, we believe that there won’t be a moment when it’s important to have set up our environment to make doing the right thing easy and the wrong thing hard. But there always comes a time when we can’t resist…whether what we’re resisting is over eating, smoking, snapping at our smartboy or smartgirl, flipping on Facebook or that video game or the boob tube, whatever. And at that moment, it will be important whether our more reasonable, more motivated self (who is, at that moment, completely MIA) failure-proofed our environment for us.

Thanks God mine did, or this would be ending with “But I’ll do better tomorrow” instead of “I had a win yesterday”.

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