I fast walked another 30 minutes yesterday, and I must admit at one point there (just one) it felt kind of good. I was enjoying it. That made me think that I had better enjoy whatever lifestyle changes I make, because it's too damn hard to voluntarily starve yourself or repeatedly do fitness activities that you find mind numbingly boring. So I wont starve myself, I wont do 3 hours a day of weightlifting, and I wont stand on the scale every half hour wondering why the number hasn't gone down. It seems to me that it makes no sense to put these obstacles of boredom and starvation between me and my goal.Last Sunday I weighed the most I've ever weighed. And the sheer disgust of that motivates me. So does the fear of getting even fatter, having an even longer road to recovery and diet than I do right now. padme and my kids motivate me; I want to be there for them, not cut my life short through my own foolishness with food and lifestyle choices. I hate how I look, the lack of energy; all this motivates me. Here's a good article on 17 reasons to get fit if you need more reasons.
I'm truly, truly hoping that fewer obstacles combined with some important motivations will spell success; there really isn't any other good option.
Anakin




