Since deciding that I wanted to finally "kick the habit" of being just enough overweight to be annoying, I have shed 3 pounds. Ooooo....3. Whole. Pounds. I know it doesn't seem like much, but it's a huge motivation for me to at least be in a downward motion on the scale. One thing that I use to help spur some of that elusive motivation is this little gimmick. The visual representation of weight being lost and gained keeps the OCD me on my toes. I love to put the marbles from one jar to the other like a little kid. And the fact that I keep it in my kitchen (in plain sight btw) is even more motivation than you could imagine. Every time I find myself wandering aimlessly and sort of hungry into the kitchen, it's there to give me the stare-down and remind me why I'm doing what I'm doing. I want to be confident, self-assured, and comfortable in my own skin. I also want to wear a bathing suit both in Vegas and during the summer, be physically prepared to have a child, and when I am confident in myself I love my husband better. (Crazy, I know).
When the idea of losing those pesky pounds seems overwhelming and impossible, finding motivation can be a task of it's own. But it's there. It's that nagging voice when you hit snooze on your 7:00am Saturday morning alarm that says, "I really should go to that spin class and not be lazy." That faint reminder that you shouldn't eat that extra bowl of ice cream. I find mine in both these nifty little jars, and in the face of my husband. I love him deeply and want the best out of life for the both of us. Like I said, when I love myself and am confident in myself, I love him better. I don't hold anything back. That's the life that I want.
