Where do you dig your motivation from?

My parents and soccer.

A few years ago, my dad and I moved a lot of furniture and other stuff into a 2nd floor condo with no elevator. Every time I was getting tired/sore/cranky, my dad would simply say "Cowgirl up" and it was enough to get me moving. After all, he was 57 and I was 27.

Fast forward a few years and a few countries, I was driving across the US to move to California for a fresh start. And I hated how I looked in so many pictures. I felt so fat and ugly. So instead of wallowing in depression, which I used to do, I decided to do something about it. My first step was eating better. My 2nd step- more exercise. I don't work right now, so I don't have any extra money for a gym membership. But I have a pair of walking sneakers. I started doing 4 miles a few days week, going up to 5.5 and finally up to 7.7. And I started Couch to 5K.

This is leading me to soccer- my favorite sport. I love watching it on TV (EPL, Bundesliga, MLS), and I loved playing it. Haven't been able to in years since I was too heavy and too out of shape. I want to play soccer again. I want my parents to be proud of their only child (they are anyway, honestly. Just extra proud).

I will play soccer again. So getting a US men's national team jersey when I reach goal weight. With Dempsey's name & number.

Myself. I have been called a pit bull.

This may not be what you were looking for, but I get my motivation from looking in the mirror in the morning and feeling fu*king disgusting.
I don't want to feel like that anymore.

Before I lost 100lbs, I had so much trouble finding the motivation I needed to even get started let along dig for anything. I often say when I saw the scale say basically 300lbs that I decided that night I was going to do it. It wasn't that easy though. I had a sit down in front of the mirror and reflected on a lot of things. What do I really want in this life? Do I want it to be short, do I want to be a burden to family when I am older because I can't get around? Do I want to see my kids grow up at all when I have them?

I really want to have a family and grow old with someone, and have Kids and watch them grow old and have kids. I want to be able to play sports like I used to without getting tired and kicking @*kitten* at it. most of all, I want to live. I just couldn't do that the road I was going down. I never got depressed, because I am always an upbeat person. But while I was sitting down staring at myself, in the mirror I asked myself is this me? Am I OK with this? When I thought about all that stuff.... I got angry. I got angry at myself for letting myself get to the point I got to.

That same night. I went to the Gym. I literally kicked my @$$. I burned about 1500 calories. I kept up that feeling, that fire inside for about 6 Months I went to the gym everyday. I Lost the 100lbs. I am at 200lbs now. And I am happy, but not content. I still have that fire inside to push myself. I never ever want to go back to where I was or feel like I did. There are days were it is hard as hell to stay on the right track. But the Beautiful thing about this journey is 1 day does not undo everything you have done. Your body is shockingly resilient, and 1 days worth of damage is a drop in the bucket. As long as you don't let to many drops accumulate overtime then you will be fine!


My journey still has a long way to go. And Just because I got to my goal weight, doesn't mean it's time to stop. Gotta keep going.... I have to for me and everyone I care about or will care about, once I realized I had all that to look forward to nothing was gonna stop me.

/end life story lol