Finding balance, a concept we will explore in more detail later, has been my life’s work and is something I still have to work hard on each and every day so that it doesn’t slip away altogether. In the past I have often felt like the little girl with the little curl, no middle ground…either very very good or simply horrid, unfortunately both in my past behavior and eating habits. I can be quite obsessive when it comes to getting something I really really want.
Once I have set my heart on what I want I am unstoppable. Whether that is pulling the fittest boy at youth club as a teenager, or more appropriately getting my first class degree. Those massive challenges have all been eventually realized by having a huge goal, surrounded by an even huger desire to succeed, and a lust for achieving things that not everyone can get or do. This is what I like to call having a BIG FAT STUPID Goal, similar in principle to Jim Collins’ Big Hairy Audacious Goals. Goals that scare the living daylight out of you the moment you conceive them, making you feel slightly funny in your gut…leaving you with a “What if?” thought knocking about.
The difference is my BIG FAT STUPID goals are…well full of FAT, but not the nasty clog up your arteries, sit on your hips kind of fat but the good indulgent FATs that nutritionists are always banging on about. This FAT is good for you, great even, it’s necessary, it’s rich and creamy and succulent, like the tastiest Greek salad loaded with olives and feta cheese and smothered in good quality olive oil, or home made guacamole with home made wholemeal pitas calorie ridden but good for the heart and the soul. Ok, so let’s stop talking about food and get back to the goals thing, why STUPID goals?
When writing this section of the book I asked my followers on Facebook if they used SMART goals at all to aid their training, and I was bombarded with numerous “are you joking” “If only” type of comments. One lady however said her goals tended to be STUPID rather than SMART:
S = Silly – when said out loud to myself or others
T = Talked – about on Facebook/Twitter and down the pub…lots
U = Unrealistic – even by my own standards
P = Posted late at night – often under the influence of wine
I = Idiotic – only a fool would believe I could do it
D = Dreams – as in “in my dreams”
Although sent to me in jest I am sure, I love this approach and have taken it on, as a bit of a Mantra “are my goals STUPID enough?” I often ask myself, often leading me to increasing them in scale. I am a firm believer that if you are not living life on the edge then you are taking up too much room, and I already take up a whole heap of room as it is, so trust me, I am half way there already.