In for the count

Success breeds success.  Everyone loves a winner.  Quotes on success are rampant, but maybe the most valid one I can remember is this:

“Success is not final, failure is not fatal: it is the courage to continue that counts.”
― Winston Churchill

It is easy to start something and even easier to accept the accolades and praise that come with success, but after a year, even though there is still a ton of work to be done, it becomes more difficult to keep it up.

I am not a creature of habit.  I do best when on a routine, but routines don't come naturally to me.  I am sure this accounts for the fact that I am not a retired millionaire traveling and living the beautiful life.  I don't lack potential, but I do lack that dogged perseverance that truly successful people have.

I seem to succeed at everything I try.  For a while. 

Then I slip away and move on to something else and all that other work is lost and the question is this:  Did I lose interest in what I was doing before, or was I beginning to fail at it and quit before that could be proven?  Either way the results are the same. 

I lose.

I am determined not to let that happen this time.  I have spent almost a year losing weight and getting into shape.  It has given me so many rewards, almost like leaping into a fountain of youth and emerging thirty years younger.   Surely with results like that I can find a way to keep on track.