It was cold tonight. I was so tired that I slept the entire time on my bus ride home. The thought of going to the gym was terribly unappealing and made me feel glum.

But I still went. I followed my plan.

And I’m glad I did, because another victory against a comfort zone trying to hold me back is another step closer to where I want to be.

It can be hard to follow the plan, but it’s well worth it.

How is your progress tracking against your own plan?