A funny thing it is...motivation. I have talked before about what motivates me. But what happens when you loose sight of that? When you are putting forth effort towards something but not getting the results you desire
I have been taking the 30 Day Shred challenge one
Every morning I continue to wake up at 4:30am, eat my rabbit food for lunch and pretend I don't want ice cream ever again. Every Friday I get on that scale, and damned if it hasn't moved a fraction of an ounce.
So why? Why do I keep torturing myself if I don't see the scale moving. Because I am fairly certain the pyramids weren't constructed in a day. (Though if you watch the special on the aliens on the history channel, they might have been.) I know that eventually if I continue to work, something will give. I do see results when I look at my arms and they are less jiggly. I am starting to see definition in my abs again. I told myself that I would complete this damn challenge, and I will do it! Mama didn't raise no quitter. If I give my best, and I don't get the results that I want...I know that I at least tried. You can't argue with that. Besides, I could do better on the weekends. You know, not drink beer AT ALL. Skip Mexican night. However, I do still want to enjoy some things and know that it comes at a price.
I am not in a competition with anyone but myself. I know I can be better. I will get there.