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In Monday’s post, A Lesson From The Successful, I shared the story of how I stumbled across the Common Denominator Of Success. That successful people develop the habit of doing the things that failures don’t like to do even though they don’t like doing them either.

In that post, I mentioned the fact that we can eventually learn to enjoy the things that we dislike doing once we begin to see results and fall in love with the process, but in the beginning, we need to be reminded that we’re paying a price for greater gain.

I believe that learning to love the process of achieving our goals is one of the best skills we can develop because when we do, that love can fuel on even bigger goals. I still can’t believe how it happened to me.

On my 30th birthday, I was a mess. I was fat, I was sick and I was zapped out. My doctor was as frustrated as I was nothing she said to me seemed to make a difference. I weighed 330 pounds, was diabetic with blood pressure high enough to make my head explode. I was a ticking time bomb with three young kids and a beautiful wife at home.

Knowing that I needed some encouragement, a couple of the ladies in my office building talked me into joining their team for a health challenge. We all signed up, weighed in once a week and competed with other teams from across our area. I have to say that I wasn’t that concerned with getting healthier, but I’m competitive and hated the thought of losing, so I began to pay the price.

I researched all of the ways that people like me could drop weight quickly. I found a diet strategy and a workout strategy and started. I hated every minute of it. I hated counting carbs, I hated tracking my food, but mostly, I hated working out. Every day as I walked into the gym, knowing that I was going to lift weights, I couldn’t stand the happy people I passed by. The lady at the front desk that checked me in would say things like “have fun.” Fun? I’d think, “FUN?! ARE YOU KIDDING ME? I’m only here so that I can win this competition!”

Although I dreaded going, I kept at it. Every day, I’d hit it again and again. I lifted six days a week and only missed on the holidays that the gym was closed. I didn’t go to have fun, I went because I was paying a price.

Then the competition ended. I didn’t win, but I found myself 55 pounds lighter and extremely proud of my progress. My reason for going was gone but as weird as it sounded, I didn’t hate going anymore.

One day on the squat rack, I had just hit what was for me a really big 475-pound squat and a guy walked up to me. He said, “as often as you come you must really love this place.” At that moment it occurred to me that I was having the time of my life.

I wasn’t paying a price anymore, was living the reward. I had fallen in love with the process and for me, it made all the difference in the world. I lost another fifty pounds, got off of all of my medications and became the healthiest I’d been in my life.

That’s what loving the process did for me. It started with paying the price for my goal and doing what I didn’t like doing, but when the dislike turned to love, I was unstoppable.

No matter what your goal, pay the price and one day, you’ll fall in love too.

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