If you were browsing through my past posts dear reader, you would be excused for thinking that I am a paragon of virtue. You’d see that I exercise regularly, look after my gut bacteria, care for the planet, meditate, volunteer, make stuff from scratch and can make a darn fine photo. My curated self is a frugal homemaker, a canny traveller and witty writer.
Darn! I might just nominate myself for “Domestic Goddess of the Year” while I’m at it because I can cook and sew and when I put my mind to it I CAN make flowers grow.
Excuse me; have you seen my Mojo?
Just of late though, like many other people in the world, I am in serious danger of losing my mojo. My get up and go is close to getting up and going, except it’s too lazy to put its shoes on.
The dark, cold mornings are making it tough to rise and shine and do the exercise I know will make me feel refreshed. The spectre of coronavirus particles lurking on the gym equipment has kept it a no-go zone.
My knees and hips might be enjoying the interlude from pounding the pavement but my tightening waistband is reminding me of the self-sabotaging messages being sent to my brain. “Stay in bed,” my knees say, “you can exercise this afternoon,” chime in my hips. “Snuggle under the blankets a little longer…”
On other fronts, my diet has been marginal and my gut bacteria are in danger of switching to the dark side! I have gained 3 kg in 3 months. I still fit into the healthy weight range but my curves sure aren’t flattening! If I keep on this trend I’ll be tipping into unhealthy before I know it.
I am sticking to my no alcohol for a year pledge and more or less sticking to my Year of Zero spending goals, but these are negative or passive goals, I don’t actually have to do anything to make them happen.
My rational self knows that something will happen in the afternoon that makes exercising impossible. I KNOW that the best time for me to exercise is in the morning before the rest of the world intrudes. I KNOW THIS! I know that my mood is better and my brain more sprightly when I eat well. I KNOW THIS TOO!
So why am I struggling?
Where did the Mojo go?
Why is it that sometimes we can be at the top of our game, pumping on all cylinders and slam-dunking the goals we set ourselves, while at other times we self-implode and eat the whole packet of Tim Tams?
Is there such a thing as motivation fatigue? Am I just in a COVID-funk? Do I need to find different goals?
I’ve been here before and I know I’ll get over it. I know I need external accountability but is there another tactic I could try?
The Mojo-quest begins.
I’m looking for answers to find my misplaced mojo! I have started to research by reading books, listening to podcasts and falling down into a deep YouTube Vortex. Join me on my quest to find the path to the Mojo warehouse and let me know what works for you. Over the next few posts*, I’ll be writing about my findings and I’ll share the treasure map by summarising the salient points from the source materials.
Mind you it might not be next week… I might still be in bed!
* You see what I did there? I set myself an accountability trap! 🙂