Finding motivation in strange places.
Yesterday was a losing day in the battle of the bulge. Cookies and pop chips were huddling together in the pantry, hiding from the impending doom signified by the overhead light being flipped on over and over again. Chocolate chips were the first to fall. Their cousins, Baked Cheetos were not far behind. It was all topped off by an impromptu birthday celebration for my next door neighbor, complete with beer, cake and ice cream at 11 pm. Saturday morning weigh in was NOT a victory.
As I got dressed this morning I grabbed one of my older shirts. A black short sleeve button down. It’s one I’ve had for years and it used to be snug, (that may be a bit of an understatement.). Hoping I could hide the evidence from last night’s gluttony I grabbed it off the hangar thinking “Well, black is supposed to be slimming…” and threw it on. Upon close inspection in the mirror, I realized it looked horrible. Was it still too small? No! It was way too big! It looked ridiculous.
Now, I am used to clothes being a little tight, a little uncomfortable, a little “don’t bend over or you will explode the seam right out of those pants”. So when something is too small, it’s not motivating to me. It’s just the norm. Seeing how stupid this shirt looked and realizing how far I have come, THAT inspired me to fight harder. I wanted to show off where I am now and keep on going! So I tossed that shirt into my “fat clothes” pile and ran downstairs to eat some oatmeal. (Without chocolate chips).
Find whatever helps you stay motivated. Who would have thought it would be baggy clothes?!? Now bring on the salad! 🙂
What keeps you motivated? Please comment and share!!!