My motivation has been waning the last couple of months. I found myself thinking more and more "I've already lost so much, I'm just going to sit at this weight for a while and take a rest." Needless to say it's discouraging not losing much weight. So, yesterday I sat myself down and said "Self, you need to find some new motivation. What used to do it just isn't anymore." After that conversation I called my mom and issued a challenge. She has 35 lbs she'd like to lose. So, we made a bet. The first to reach 35 lbs lost wins. Wins what, you may ask? The "loser" has to cook 2 healthy meals per week for a month for the winner's family. Entire meals, complete with one healthy dessert per week.
This is great motivation for me. Although I can
cook, I don't like it. I only do it for my family because... they're my family. (Brilliant logic, huh?) The thought of losing has been motivation enough to pass up cookies, a hamburger and a coke. Woohoo!
Whatever it takes, right?
"It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly..."