I forget. I get impatient. I see no progress. I get frustrated. Then a memory pops up on my Facebook. The top photo was four years ago. Four years ago, the thought of lifting weights was nowhere in my consciousness. Didn't even occur to me.
The bottom photo is 3 1/2 years later. This comparison certainly puts thing into perspective for me. I want more size to be competitive. But....I did this in 3 1/2 years, with the help and guidance of an amazing coach.
I fueled my body, I entered the man's world of weights. And I made changes - in a relatively short period of time.
I try to factor in my age and that it's harder the older you are, but when I'm in the gym, I keep a mantra going in my head: I'm going to keep at this until I get some significant size.
It's so easy to lose sight of the changes until you reflect back (or Facebook puts it in your face).
It's so easy to get discouraged when you're at the gym hitting it hard 5 or 6 days a week and feel like you're never going to get there.
Stay the course. Trust the process.