Motivation can come from everywhere.
First Motivator - On Monday, my husband and I took his brother to "The Amazing Spider Man." We had a good time. Then, as we got ready to go, it happened. I never thought it would be me! But as I stood to leave my hips got stuck underneath the cup-holders. Aurghhhh. A few more inches and I might still be there. Good grief. I used to be a size-five, hard-core dancer who could Samba in three inch heels. Inside I still feel like that.
Second motivator - my fellow soccer moms. I am an official, treat toting, sideline cheering, camp-chair sitting, soccer- mom. There are a few moms on my son's team that have as many kids as I do and still manage to have amazing figures, amazing hair, crazy good makeup and here's the kicker - they're super nice. I want that! I mean, if they were awful people I could say that sheer meanness was burning off those unwanted calories, but they are very, very nice.
Okay, I'm really not that petty. I just wonder how they do it. CORRECTION. I wonder how I am going to do it. I have a metabolism that was sidelined by a hard hit of chronic fatigue. I am just now beginning to fully re-gain my health. And I want to keep my milk-supply while becoming fit and fabulous.
So far, I have not had my daily handful of chocolate chips. That has been my mid-afternoon therapy for weeks now. (And no, it is not a demure seven chip handful.) First part of my plan - resist the chocolate ALL DAY. Note, this is not a vow of abstinence. But this is the beginning of will power. On to great things one bit of self-control at a time.
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