What Motivates You?
Confession time: I am inherently lazy. I am the queen of procrastination. Not only do I think of things I'd rather do than housework, etc, I actually do them. (Though I'll reach my breaking point after a while and grab that dang mop.) I'm not tossing blame at anyone but myself. I do entertain occasionally, but most of the time it's just me, the dog and the cats, and they don't care. (It's mostly their fur anyway.)
Not that cleaning house is the only "work" type thing I avoid. I'm at the office right now, playing on here with you guys. :D
However, I have one area that I just can't avoid any more. Those of you that I've had the blessing to meet know that I am an average size person - not skinny but I don't need 2 seats on a plane either. Unfortunately, that is not the litmus test for health. Ha! I am considered overweight by more than 30 pounds which lands me in the "obese" category. I have a family history of everything - cancer, diabetes, heart disease, etc. I'm also considered middle-aged (wow, that's painful to write) which means that it's only going to get harder to lose.
Knowing all this, you'd think I'd be motivated to get healthy, right? Not so much. I adore junk food. I have a massive sweet tooth. And I'm inherently lazy which translates into: I hate to cook. I get started on a weight loss journey that usually goes about 3 feet. I am not a self-motivator obviously.
And then I got a message from someone that has lit a fire under me (finally!). You see, a guy friend of mine decided last June to mention that he was interested in me, 2 weeks before a job change forced him to move away. Now, I'm the same size I was then. No big deal. I don't hear from him often but he popped up on Facebook last night and when I asked about his job situation, he said he had a possible opportunity and was hoping to move back to the area soon. At least the time away had been good for him in a way. He's lost 65 pounds. SIXTY FIVE! And he wasn't big to begin with. Now, there's no guarantee that if and when he moves back, that he'll want to pick up where we left off, but still. SIXTY FIVE pounds! I simply cannot be bigger than him! I refuse to!
So, I have found my motivation. Don't scoff. I walked right past the box of donuts someone left in the breakroom this morning and wasn't even really tempted.
What motivates you? What makes you focus on an unpleasant task, attack it like a wildwoman, and conquer it?
Not that cleaning house is the only "work" type thing I avoid. I'm at the office right now, playing on here with you guys. :D
However, I have one area that I just can't avoid any more. Those of you that I've had the blessing to meet know that I am an average size person - not skinny but I don't need 2 seats on a plane either. Unfortunately, that is not the litmus test for health. Ha! I am considered overweight by more than 30 pounds which lands me in the "obese" category. I have a family history of everything - cancer, diabetes, heart disease, etc. I'm also considered middle-aged (wow, that's painful to write) which means that it's only going to get harder to lose.
Knowing all this, you'd think I'd be motivated to get healthy, right? Not so much. I adore junk food. I have a massive sweet tooth. And I'm inherently lazy which translates into: I hate to cook. I get started on a weight loss journey that usually goes about 3 feet. I am not a self-motivator obviously.
And then I got a message from someone that has lit a fire under me (finally!). You see, a guy friend of mine decided last June to mention that he was interested in me, 2 weeks before a job change forced him to move away. Now, I'm the same size I was then. No big deal. I don't hear from him often but he popped up on Facebook last night and when I asked about his job situation, he said he had a possible opportunity and was hoping to move back to the area soon. At least the time away had been good for him in a way. He's lost 65 pounds. SIXTY FIVE! And he wasn't big to begin with. Now, there's no guarantee that if and when he moves back, that he'll want to pick up where we left off, but still. SIXTY FIVE pounds! I simply cannot be bigger than him! I refuse to!
So, I have found my motivation. Don't scoff. I walked right past the box of donuts someone left in the breakroom this morning and wasn't even really tempted.
What motivates you? What makes you focus on an unpleasant task, attack it like a wildwoman, and conquer it?