"Evil" motivation...muah hah haaahhhh

When I was in the throes of an eating disorder and ended up in the hospital for heart problems associated with it, my ex was busy texting my hot, skinny friend and attempting to hook up with her.

Yeah, it still hurts me now, especially since I'll never be thinner than her (I weigh less than her and she is shorter, but she's still smaller, there's no question). But I've accepted that. And I want him to see me again, since it's been a long while since.

I want him to see me healthy, and happy, smiling and all the works. I don't want the image of the fragile, broken me in his mind. I want him to regret what he did, but since I'll never achieve that satisfaction, I want him to see that I did get better on my own, and that I'm thriving without him.

Every time the world feels too heavy and I feel like I am slipping back into old destructive habits, I remember him and I keep going on in the right direction. At all costs.

What a slimeball!!!! Stay healthy and happy- not giving a crap about him is the best revenge!!!

Slimeball might be the kindest word I've internally referenced him as. In all honesty though, I needed that kind of motivator in my life. I was going to keep falling down until I had a reason to stay upright.

Well, in keeping with the one-man-milf theme, my combination weight loss motivation/reward is that I am going to have a glamour boudoir photo shoot done in February to give to my DH for his birthday in April.

Not evil in the sense that the pictures will be THAT risqué, but lets just say, none of the photos will be hung in the living room!

I'm teaching my husband to lift. My evil motivation right now is getting to kick his butt in the weight room and giggle at him limping for days afterwards. And he's not allowed to mouth off until he can out-lift me.

What? My husband and I aren't nice people..... We already have a plan in place for suckering do-gooders during the zombie apocalypse.

I want to be able to swing a broadsword....effectively.

I want to be "the fit one" in my sibling line-up, not just the youngest.

Me too! This is the first time in like 25 years I have ever weighed less than my sister! Evil side grinning ear to ear.

My sister side....feels sad. I weigh a lot and I want her to take care of herself and be healthy and happy too! I just haven't been able to get her on board yet.

My sister was a competitive dancer up until June when she graduated HS, now she's starting her freshman year of college and she's so afraid of gaining the freshman 15 because she's never had to worry about her eating once in her life... I'm really hoping that she gains a ton of weight and I'll lose a ton and actually look healthier than her for the first time ever!

I mean I feel a little bad, but she should know what it's like

Trip to Mexico in a few months with friends, want to make sure I'm looking and feeling great! What happens in Mexico stays in Mexico....and I want to look great doing it!

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Two words. Zombie apocalypse. Also the reason I took up archery.

(Half serious)

Don't forget rule #1: cardio

I'm teaching my husband to lift. My evil motivation right now is getting to kick his butt in the weight room and giggle at him limping for days afterwards. And he's not allowed to mouth off until he can out-lift me.

What? My husband and I aren't nice people..... We already have a plan in place for suckering do-gooders during the zombie apocalypse.

Hehehehe, I have the exact same plan with the boyfriend. I plan to drag him along to a weights class and watch him pile his weights on thinking he can handle it, and watch him struggle around for days and be sore. He's a strong guy, and he has huge arms and stuff but there's noooo way he can hack real weights in a class setting the first time. He also wants to arm wrestle and is waiting for the day I can beat him, it will happen!

Anyway, my more sinister motivation is to annoy my ex boyfriend.

While we were together he would always whine about how I'd gained weight and didn't look how I did when I was really thin (it was there long before I met him, might be different if I gained while we were together) and would drop really mean comments like "There's a chocolate bar wrapper in your room, your thighs have grown in diameter since those old photos of you, you shouldn't really be eating that" or "you have to lose weight so I can show you off to my friends" and if I ever skipped gym day he'd make lots of comments.

He's already really annoyed I'm losing weight to look good for my new boyfriend and seeing results, can't wait to see his jaw drop at the end result! hehe

Love this! lol

1) I am soooooooooooooooo tired of being the FAT friend. I wanna be the HAWT friend.

2) Friends with a buncha people from HS on FB and seeing how most of them have let themselves go; I'm 75lbs lighter now.

3) Stalked my former HS nemesis on FB. She is quite unfortunate looking now. lmao. And, as stated above, I'm 75lb lighter. mwa-ha-ha-ha.

I have some very interesting plans for future new and improve body.

I'm right with you majigurl. My fiance is doing a full ironman at the end of this month and most of his friends wives/girlfriends are tall and thin. So.... I'm wanting to look like I should be doing the event I'm just 20 pounds lighter than the last time they saw me but I am much more confident too!!!!

I had room mates a couple of years ago that I found out were making fun of me behind my back because I had been gaining weight (and I still weighed 50+ lbs less than they did!). I have finally managed my schedule to go to a local sci-fi convention and I am making SURE I fit into my old costumes (and a couple of new ones I'm putting together now too!).

My parents are both obese, and my sister is overweight and headed in that direction (she's much younger than I am). My parents' siblings - 6 in total between the two - are all slim, and have successful, gorgeous sons and daughters (my cousins). I want to be the ONE PERSON in my family who they look at and go "Oh wow, she beat the odds."

Also as a big FU to the exes who said I was too fat and listed that as a main motivator for breaking up with me. You know where I'll shove my "nice personality," *kitten*.

That when I go to my high school reunion, all the guys I had a crush on that turned me down have their jaw drop when they see me... and all the girls that picked on me are fat... and I get to saunter in and show off.... /blush

I like this one a lot, even though I don't have any former crushes who were in my graduating class or really care (seriously) what people think about my body size at my 20 year reunion next summer.

I honestly felt amazing at my 10 year reunion in 2005, because even though I was the EXACT same size as I was in high school, people were telling me the entire time I looked great and had lost so much weight -- probably because as teens they were size 2 and I was size 20, so with them being size 14 and me being size 20 it seemed like I was less beastly for sure. haha