Guuuurrrrrl, I can’t tell you how many times I had promised myself that ‘tomorrow’ I was going to: eat clean, work out, save money, put myself out there in my business.

That this time it was going to be different.
That this was going to be the last bag of chips.
That this was going to be the last time my body was the casualty of my laziness and lack of willpower.
That this was going to be the last year I was going to work for someone else. 
That this would be the last time I’d be in debt.
That this would be the last time that I would ever be limited from doing what I want because of the money I didn’t have. 
And I really – like, reeallly – believed it.
But, it didn’t stick. And every time I didn’t follow through, it chipped away at my self-belief.

Each of those broken promises were the equivalent of a withdrawal from my “trust-account” — and I was in OVERdraft

And then I had a FTSM (f#%k this sh#t moment).  And if you’re reading this, I have a sneaking suspicion that you’re having one or on the precipice of having one.  #yay

I immersed myself in all things habit-breaking and habit-forming.  I read everything I could get my grubby hands on.
I traded Law & Order episodes (SVU, of course) for YouTube videos. Every car ride, grocery-run and house-cleaning chore was filled with podcast interviews & audio books on procrastination, consistency, discipline, and motivation.  The real magic happened when I enrolled in extensive trainings to learn about how the unconscious mind works and became certified in Rapid Resolution Therapy.