What do you think about when you feel like giving up?

This is something I have problems with, much like many other overweight people hoping to get healthy. I get discouraged very easily. I get tired, I can't breathe, I don't FEEL that unhealthy and then I start a workout and realize that I really need it.

This time it was a video of myself I saw from my friend's 21st birthday. Looking in the mirror is not the same as seeing yourself looking and moving like you normally do. I just sat back and looked at myself from someone else's point of view. It made me start the 30 Day Shred over again after I had recovered from the night out.

The problem with this is that I start out with a negative outlook. "I can't believe I actually look like that," "Am I really that bad?" "I really have to work hard this time and stop being fat."

I'm just generally down for the moment/week/month. It's hard for me to find a positive motivator that makes me WANT to work out rather than thinking I have to work out because I'm disgusting.

Just my thoughts.

What keeps me moving forward is how far I have come. I pray that I keep in that direction, moving forward and not falling back.

'I want to lose 20lbs by Christmas' is my mantra. I set myself this challenge at the beginning of September, a reasonable plan at just over one pound per week.

I made a Christmas card with twenty baubles on the front and the idea is to colour in as many baubles as possible. Then give the card to a friend who I have told about my plan. The thought of giving her a card with just a few coloured in baubles is keeping me on the straight and narrow.

I have to have a plan, I've wanted to lose weight for years and it was only when the Doc said I think you should consider eating less, that I was galvanised into action in August.

Don't make life hard for yourself, be kind to yourself. Have a back up plan, if you feel hungry, what are you going to snack on? Ensure you have that snack available. (Now I eat seven almonds as a snack rather than half a bag. )

Have a plan.

I don't have much going for me. I've found that exercise keeps my mind at ease about my crummy life and bleak future.

You have to have something that can relax you. After more than a year of effort exercise has become my relaxation and escape. Diet has become second nature.

'I want to lose 20lbs by Christmas' is my mantra. I set myself this challenge at the beginning of September, a reasonable plan at just over one pound per week.

I made a Christmas card with twenty baubles on the front and the idea is to colour in as many baubles as possible. Then give the card to a friend who I have told about my plan. The thought of giving her a card with just a few coloured in baubles is keeping me on the straight and narrow.

I have to have a plan, I've wanted to lose weight for years and it was only when the Doc said I think you should consider eating less, that I was galvanised into action in August.

Don't make life hard for yourself, be kind to yourself. Have a back up plan, if you feel hungry, what are you going to snack on? Ensure you have that snack available. (Now I eat seven almonds as a snack rather than half a bag. )

Have a plan.

I really like this idea of coloring in the cirles on the card. It is a "visual aid" that I can see every day to remind me of what I am doi through ng. I will make it today and hang mine in the bathroom. Thanks for a great idea.
I'm just starting out and struggling through it day by day. I hope this will help to give me some motivation.

Marianne

I remind myself that its going to suck starting over again.

No one is perfect. Most people have a hard time staying focused throughout their entire healthy lifestyle and making that complete transition. . So I ask my fellow MFP peeps what helps prevent you from breaking down? That one(several) thing(s) that aid you get back on the horse and ride it through?

Realize that I want to climb better and to climb better I'll need to lose a lot of this fat that I've gained over the last few years. I've already lost 37 pounds, started MPF after already losing 30 pounds but hadn't lost anymore and wanted to get a lower score of the scale game. I can already see the effects that the loss has had on me and can't wait until my muscles that trained at a much higher weight will react when I have much less to push up that god-damn rock.

I think about all the things I could go eat.

I force myself to take a longer view. Yeah, I may be discouraged and not seeing the progress I want to today, but if I stick with it, I WILL see results.

I think about this....


And this....


Remind myself of the changes....





And move on!

If you do this right youll get results.
If you arent getting results then ask for help.
Look for those on the forum whove had the best results.
Look at the ticker and the join dates.
Friend those people so you can gain insight on this stuff.
Its not that difficult once you discover the sweet spot.
Good Luck!

I look at my daughter. I can watch her in the daycare at the gym while I workout. It is amazing how you can finish those last five minutes as hard as the first five minutes when you think about what is really important.

All I have to think about is this:



The fact I can wear a MEDIUM-sized Catwoman costume!

There's also the fact I'm wearing SIZE 10 and MEDIUM clothes instead of SIZE 16 and XL to 2X!

The holidays are approaching, but I know what to do in terms of being able to enjoy the holidays without overdoing it in food.

I was also diagnosed with Type 2 Diabetes in January this year, which was the kick in the rear end I needed to get into better health in the first place.

I know as long as I continue what I'm doing, I will NEVER give up.

I think of how far I've come and my final goal. I'm over half way there. 45 pounds gone and 30 left so I keep that in mind.

I don't struggle really, but I'm motivated by looking good and being healthy. my BMI was 26 and i was looking a bit podgy and I didn't / dont want to just let everything slide and wake up in my mid thirties obese.

my eating habits before were bad. like my hair falling out bad. like eating a jar of peanut butter or 3 packs of cookies or 2 bags of candy instead of eating bad.

I didn't realise how bad my eating habits were before until recently.

one thing that helped a lot, I saw a tv show where they were talking about junk food like cookies, candy, chocolate and explained that those types of food are empty calories, they dont give you anything to fuel your body from eating them. you are supposed to fuel your body. you are doing yourself a disservice by eating bad foods if you are trying to change your habits, and you gain nothing from it, infact by doing that you are taking away something from your body. good nutrition.

At 49 and partially disabled, the weight just doesn't come off like it did 10 years ago. My health is now the number one focus in my life. I had to get completely real with myself with the question of "how bad do I want this?" Do I want it badly enough to stick to my food plan 100% EVERY day, and know that I will have to do this for the rest of my life? Do I want it badly enough to get my butt on that bike EVERY day, pushing faster and longer, hoping and praying I don't cause a major flare up that will knock me down for days? And to do all this while barely averaging over a pound per week, knowing I still have almost 60 pounds to go? And to see younger women and men making it look so much easier?

During the times that several days or even a week go by without a single ounce lost, I am tempted to go on a pity party and just say forget it, it is not worth it.

But then I think about where I would be ia few years down the road if I don't get this weight off now.

I remember how my Mom looked in June, in her last few weeks of dying from the effects of Diabetes. I remember the long 3 years she spent on dialysis after her kidneys failed. Battling bladder cancer Her being gutted like a pig to remove a dead kidney because the cancer had spread to it. Her bouts of pneumonia due to the damage to her lungs from the diabetes. The strokes she had 2 months before her death that left her partially paralyzed and mentally confused and scared. The fear in her eyes before her pacemaker surgery.

But most of all, I remember the hopelessness she felt when she realized this was the end. And the regret that she didn't do something about her health until it was too late.

She died 4 weeks before my first grandchild was born.

THIS is what pulls me out of my pity party. I will not make my husband and children watch me slowly kill myself. I love them too much.