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Originally Posted by MileHiMama
My motivations and inspirations are definitely not noble and I'm definitely not proud of them. I wish I could say I'm doing it for my health or my family but the truth is I want to look good in clothes. When I think about eating something that's not on plan, I think about my jeans and the cute tops hanging in my closet and the cute gym clothes that I love to wear when I'm working out and that keeps me going. I used to feel bad about not having altruistic reasons for losing weight but that didn't help matters at all. So I let myself be motivated by what really works, even though I'm not proud of it.
Pam
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As long as it works for you and will keep you on plan, then that's fine! My motivation is my kids. I remember one year I couldn't take them trick or treating because I knew I couldn't walk those blocks. It was just not possible. Also my daughter didn't want me to get out of the car when I picked her up from school because she was ashamed not to mention that the walk which was just a couple of yards, had me sweaty and my heart racing. I also was tired of going to plus sized stores and finding that I couldn't wear those clothes! Hello I was too big for the plus sized dresses and skirts. I knew that I had hit rock bottom then. I was tired of not being able to get up off of the sofa without help and not playing with my kids when I took them to the park. I broke a toilet seat once at home and I then was relegated to squatting over the seat so I wouldn't break it again. My boyfriend was so understanding but I was beyond mortified and embarassed. I was tired of being that fat mom that would just sit like a bump on a log and not move because my feet hurt and I was just tired. I was tired of being miserable and wanting to break down all the time. I was just tired of so much. It ruined my relationship with my boyfriend (no doubt) and although I love my husband very much I also thought my boyfriend was the one. We had so much in common and he was the best looking guy I had ever been with. He was never ashamed of me being so much bigger than he is and I always will appreciate that even when his co workers gave him grief about being with a "big girl". He would just shrug his shoulders and say so what? Anyway I was tired of my life in general and it stopped me from being the best that I could be. I was also tired of my health just being in the toilet. No circulation and painful joints were the worst. I thank God every day that he gave me the ephipany to see that I was slowly killing myself and that I woke up and made those changes in time.
