I’m feeling pretty good about myself right now. I found my motivation. Who knew it would come from right inside of me?
Actually, that is an important point. My motivation isn’t my husband and it isn’t my kids. It isn’t any other family or friends. It isn’t a picture on Facebook or a celebrity in a magazine.
It’s in me.
I found it, and I have been going strong.
I’ve been walking. I’ve been working out. I’m determined.
Now I just need to dial in my nutrition. I have one minor problem when it comes to that… I like food. I like to eat. I like to eat all those things that I shouldn’t be eating. So I have to dial it back and enjoy in moderation. I know that once I do that, all this weight will start to melt off.
And I know it won’t happen overnight. It took many months to gain back all I had lost (and then some) so I am sure it will take a while to lose it.
But at least I am finally at the point again where I care enough to want to lose it.
I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror today. It made me sad. I didn’t cry, but I felt everything within me just sink. Low. And I started to wonder why I let this happen again. I was doing so well not too long ago. I was healthy. I was getting fit. I was happier with my body… myself… me.
I had even turned fitness into a business endeavor. Granted, the business side wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. But I was motivated. I felt alive.