(if you’re here for food it will be back next time)
As I put in some quality time on the treadmill, I got to thinking. What’s my motivation? What is your motivation?
As I thought about different sources of motivation, I found myself hitting the up arrows on the treadmill and really, really pushing myself.
Occasionally I’d slow down to write a thought on my phone–otherwise I knew I’d forget to write this post.
So what is your motivation?
- I want to lose this darn baby weight. (This may or may not be part of my motivation.)
- I want to look great in my wedding dress.
- I want to look great in my skinny jeans.
- I want to look great in my bathing suit.
- I want to look great in…nothing.
- I want to lose ____ pounds.
- I want to fit into a size _____.
- I want to live long enough to meet my future grandchildren.
- I want to live long enough to meet my future great-grandchildren.
- Heart disease runs in my family.
- Stroke runs in my family.
- I want to feel more confident at work.
- I want to feel more confident at the gym.
- I want to feel more confident in the bedroom (yeah, I went there.)
- I want to play with my kids on the playground without becoming short of breath.
- I want to look good in pictures.
- I want to look good for my husband.
- I want to look good for me.
- I want to run a marathon.
- I want to run a 5K.
- I want to run a mile.
- I want to walk a mile.
- I want to climb a flight of stairs without becoming short of breath.
- I want to be a good example of health for my children.
When I am at the gym, I typically think to myself that I want to fit into my old clothes, etc. The minutes on the treadmill draaaaaaaag by.
When I started to think about my kids today? WOW. The minutes flew by. I watched the calorie count rise and I didn’t want to stop. I kept pushing and pushing myself.
I thought, I want to be the one cooking meals for my kids.
I want to be the one greeting them at the end of the school day.
Kissing their boo-boos.
Giving them baths.
Reading them books.
Cheering them on at sporting events.
Bragging about them when they get accepted to a great college.
I want to be the one. The one that is there. Involved. Healthy. A good role model.
I want to be the one.
And God willing, I’m going to be.
‘Cause I’m sure as heck going to do my part to make sure that happens.