As Bec does her weigh-ins on Wednesday, I have been giving a lot of thought to my own self. As I’ve mentioned, during gestation with my first babe, I lost sight of my toes and have yet to regain them.
I know what to eat, when to eat, that weight loss is math not magic. But as G.I. Joe said, “Knowledge is half the battle.” The other half is getting out of my yoga pants … or actually doing yoga.
What I’ve been lacking is The Great Motivator. The one thing that will make me walk away from the M&M’s and towards the dusty cross-trainer. What would it take to make me wake up and actually DO it – instead of just wishing, dreaming, planning and pinning motivational posters on my “Ideas for Health” board?
I thought of rewards, prayed, thought of my children.
Last night, my prayer was answered.
Husband’s ex called me a Fat Ass.