The Art of Sticking to Your Goals (Or Failing Hilariously Trying)

We’ve all been there. That moment of inspiration when we decide enough is enough! We’re going to get our lives together! We set ambitious goals—wake up at 5 AM, read five books a month, run a marathon (even though the only thing we’ve been running is out of patience).

Day 1: We are warriors. We wake up before the alarm, drink green tea (why does it taste like disappointment?), and feel invincible. Productivity levels are through the roof!
Day 3: We hit snooze just once. Because, obviously, we deserve balance.
Day 7: What goals? Who set those? Not us. Never heard of them.

The Science of Abandoning Goals (Because We Are All Researchers in This😎)

Psychologists say it takes 21 days to form a habit—which is roughly the same amount of time it takes for us to realize that achieving goals is exhausting.

I know this is gyaan early in the morning, but why not? 😇

Common reasons we fall off track:

Overconfidence on Day 1 is a real problem. We start like Olympians. We end like…well, people who watched the Olympics once.

Underestimating our love for comfort is another downfall. The bed is just so soft. That book we swore we’d finish. It makes a great coaster. 😂

The “I’ll start fresh on Monday” syndrome is the world’s most powerful procrastination technique. We all know Monday is the official day for new beginnings, right? (Wrong. It’s just an excuse.)

How to Stick to Your Goals (Without Losing Your Mind)

Let’s be realistic: We need low-effort success plans. Forget the 5 AM club, let’s aim for getting out of bed before the coffee turns cold.

Setting embarrassing reminders works wonders. Let your phone scream “GET UP, YOU LAZY POTATO” every morning. If nothing else, it will prevent you from being judged by the people around you.

Bribing yourself is completely valid. Want to exercise? Promise yourself a reward: "If I run for 10 minutes, I get extra fries.” Motivation = instant.

Accountability buddies are lifesavers, especially if they are the type to roast you mercilessly. Nothing keeps you in check like a friend who publicly announces your failures. “Hey, didn’t you say you’d stop ordering food every day? What’s this Zomato notification, hmm?”

Lowering the bar is a secret weapon. Instead of "I'll write 10 pages a day," start with "I'll write one sentence." One sentence leads to two, and before you know it, you’ve written a paragraph. (Or at least, a very dramatic grocery list.)

Celebrating small wins like you won an Oscar is non-negotiable. Managed to drink 2 liters of water? THROW A PARTY. Finished a book after six months? ANNOUNCE IT TO THE WORLD. The key is fake it till you make it.

Actually, what I'm trying to say is .........

Look, we’re all goal-setting disasters at some point. But the trick isn’t about being perfect—it’s about getting back up before our abandoned goals start haunting us. So, here’s to sticking to our goals (or at least laughing when we fail)!

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a very serious goal of finishing an entire pizza. Consistency is key, right? 💪💪💪

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