I laughed at the kumbaya classes!
I hated, hated, hated every slimming class I tried, and I've tried a few: so much cheerfulness from the leader, so little individual attention; the last one I was at we got weighed, sat down, had our weightlosses or otherwise read out, then listened to everyone else's, including those who said they refused to stick to the plan, those who said they'd eaten 2 chocolate bars and still lost 7lbs. As ever, the moaners got the attention, the good girls (me) didn't.
Oops, excuse me. Didn't realize that'd hit a nerve!
For me, all I can speak for, no amount of chivvying, or searching for motivation works in the slightest. I started this time, as the last time, by picking a 'budget' and sticking to it for one day. (I say 'budget', I started couting carbs but have done better counting calories). And it was blddy difficult. And I hated it. And I made myself do it the next day.
The only way that elusive bird 'motivation' flutters round me, is by doggedly doing something I hate, until I like it.
I don't know if that helps. Try one day healthy eating tomorrow, come **** or high water. One day. Then see if you can repeat it. And have a
