Everything I do begins and ends with a level of motivation -- I know you thought I was superwoman didn't you!
So I today after merely one week of successful diet changing, adding a substantial amount of exercise to my life and a few blog postings I asked myself, "self what is your motivation to continue?" (Thus during a hungry trip to the grocery store.) And then, it hit me! Like some cosmic force of supernatural gravity my arm slowly brushed against something soft, slightly round and a little bit pillow-like. A bag of Marshmallows? Nope fat lingering on my right side!
In an adrenaline filled, heart racing panic -- not only did I grab some cauliflower and broccoli to cut into florets for lunch tomorrow; I picked up my walking pace just a bit convinced I can turn any non sitting position into something that will be mutually beneficial to my health and my long term goal.
My Fat is My Motivation. Whats yours?