When I started my weight loss journey a year and a half ago I had some pretty basic goals:
Eat better, move more, pray about it.
I figured if I could make better choices with my food and the amount of it, that would be beneficial, rather than too difficult to stick with.
I figured if I could just choose to move more rather than be forced to adhere to a particular strict workout schedule then I'd be more likely to achieve success.
Turns out for the first time in my life I was right about something when it came to my weight issue! Of course the prayer part is what brought that into reality.
For a while now I've been at a plateau. People keep seeing me and saying how amazed they are at the way I look and how much weight I've lost. But I'm just not feelin' it. For a variety of reasons, I've lost the motivation I had, though I think I found it today in my girl Erin's blog.
My goal now is to ask, "Will I be proud of myself or disappointed in myself?"
- Disappointed in myself for sitting on the couch reading on Facebook about all the stuff people are doing, or proud of myself for getting up and doing something I would want to post?
- Disappointed in myself for eating a second serving of Stacy's awesome enchiladas or proud of myself for being satisfied with the first plate and eating some fruit if I'm still hungry?
- Proud of myself for taking the dogs on a walk even though it was only 10 minutes or disappointed in myself for just watching them run around the yard?