Today, a few words about “The Power of Habit” by Charles Duhigg – a book that motivated me to develop new habits.
I’ve been working on my new habits for two months now. And I’ll tell you honestly – I’m doing surprisingly well! When I think about it, it’s actually as good as I’ve ever been. I’ve been working out literally every day for two months now (usually training with Ewa Chodakowska), and I haven’t eaten sweets for a month now. It may not be a big deal to some, but to me it’s a really big success because if I’m known for anything, it’s definitely my short-lived enthusiasm. That’s why such self-discipline is something really extraordinary for me and it makes me very happy.
All or nothing
My tactics so far have been based loren petersen owner on an “all or nothing” approach. If for some reason I was feeling really motivated, I had enough motivation for two weeks. If I simply decided on Sunday evening to change my entire life starting Monday, by Wednesday at the latest my plans were in deep disarray. And so on and so forth.
New Habits with “The Power of Habit”
It was then that I came across how to promote a virtual event? the book “The Power of Habit” – a light, popular science book about the formation of habits. The author did not provide ready-made recipes for developing new habits – rather, he looked at the process of forming habits and changing them. The book reads a bit like a crime novel or a thriller – step by step, we solve the mystery of creating new habits with the author. As a result, the book is read practically in one breath.
Experiment
I decided to develop one new habit, and the qatar numbers first one I chose was physical exercise. Once a day I was to spread out a mat or a towel and, for example, do a half-hour workout with Ewa.
50 days later
The effects are… surprising. And I don’t mean just my figure (which is slowly but effectively changing for the better). Up until now, the “all or nothing” challenges were accompanied by strong tension and stress caused by the fear that I would give up again, break down, not be able to cope. This time it was different. At first I still felt some kind of stress related to taking on new challenges (and that’s when the sweets came into play), but then I relaxed a bit – and then it somehow went away on its own. The attacks on the fridge stopped. I ate the delicacies I wanted – but I ate less of them. And it wasn’t because I imposed some kind of regime on myself, but because I didn’t have to eat them (because paradoxically I could?).
