My daily writing goal has doubled in the last week. It's been easy enough to meet - once I stop whining and just sit down to do it.
That sums up my life well. Cleaning, cooking, shopping, exercise - stop whining and do it.Most the whining is internal, "I don't want to". That takes up a ridiculous amount of time and energy so I've been focusing on why I like to do things. For the most part, simply meeting my goal provides a great deal of satisfaction. That motivates me.
It turns out I've lost 30 pounds in the last five or six years. It still doesn't feel like it. A lot of my clothes are tight but it is gratifying to know that I'm headed in the right direction. I don't weigh myself. That often ends badly - with me dunking cookies in a vat of ice cream. Not really, but the visual is how I perceive it.
I'm downsizing stuff in the house. Letting stuff go mentally. And allowing myself to appreciate how much more valuable people are to me than things. I've made the effort every couple of days to interact with friends and family at least three times a week. It requires me to think past my own circle of bull.
I'd rather have a hippopotamus.