If you've adopted a new good habit today, you're probably very excited and motivated.
What about tomorrow? Will you be motivated then as well? Fingers crossed…
And the day after tomorrow?
And the day after that?
With any luck, you'll be motivated to eat salad / walk around the block / avoid potato chips / sit and meditate for 10 minutes / do 5 pushups after you brush your teeth / [insert your resolution here] from now until the end of time.
But what if – and I hesitate to even raise the possibility – you wake up one morning with a bad case of DGAS?
You know, DGAS, as in, “Don't Give A Shit.”
If you've ever experienced DGAS, you'll recognize the symptoms:
* the goal that was so exciting now seems either lackluster or unattainable
* you resent the imposition on your life that doing the habit will bring
* you know that this is the end of your dream to change
* you hear the voice of your inner bully, taunting you: “I guess this is gonna end like all the other times, with you giving up, you loser.”
* curiously, you're not even upset that you don't care anymore: “Whatever.”
DGAS Kicked My Ass
I used to get defeated by DGAS days a lot. Here's a short list of the habits I bailed on once I hit a DGAS speed bump:
* journaling
* meditating
* running
* conscious breathing
* pushups
* situps
* squats
* bear crawls
* avoiding sugar
* Wim Hof breathing exercises
* downward dog
* downward dog against the wall
* visualizing
* writing a thank you letter each day
* spending 5 minutes planning my day
* starting each day with 10 minutes of Getting Things Done
* blogging daily
* thinking of three things to be grateful for
* posting a daily video
Please excuse me while I pause here for a moment, to allow the waves of shame and regret to wash over my soul and casually kick me in the solar plexus on their way out.
Sometimes DGAS snuck in under the radar. Like, I'd wake up one morning and suddenly realize that I hadn't taken a conscious breath in two years. Or that once upon a time I'd given up sugar, but somewhere along the line it had found its way into my diet on a far-too-regular basis.
Whether I noticed in the moment or not, DGAS always seemed like the final word. Like, “Checkmate, Bitch. Tuck your tail and go back to your mediocre life.”
How to Bounce Back from DGAS
What I didn't realize when I abandoned all those good habits due to a DGAS day was that I could have gotten right back on track the following day.
As Billy Joel sang, “Everyone goes south, every now and then.” (That seemed so damn profound to my 12-year-old mind when I first heard The Stranger in 1977.)
It's the whole “falling off the wagon” fallacy:
Once I missed a single day, a single workout, a single opportunity, then the “wagon” was trundling off over the hill and below the horizon, and I was sitting on my ass in the dust, nursing a bloody knee, totally unable to catch up.
The most profound realization that helped me sustain new habits was that THERE'S NO EFFING WAGON.
Nothing has gone anywhere.
I may be sitting on my ass, dirty and bruised (at least in my egoic mind), but there's absolutely no reason I can't dust myself off, get up, and continue on the path.
As Josh LaJaunie explained to me, “YOU are the wagon.”
Once I understood that a single loss did not constitute a losing season, I became far more resilient.
I stopped interpreting glitches – breaks in the chain – as showstoppers.
To be sure, there was a loud and excited voice inside me that was eager to interpret individual mess-ups as global and permanent failure.