Tick tock, tick tock. I am burning the midnight oil tonight finishing up a photo shoot. I am convinced that my laptop is going to catch fire soon as it is getting very hot. I am waiting for an upload and it is moving like molasses. Santa if you are listening I have been a very good girl all year and hopes you will bring her a shiny new Mac. *shining good list halo*
While I am patiently waiting for this piece of shit to work, I am having a flash back to 2 years ago when I was very close to my WeWa goal. I remember trying on new shorts for a race. They were compression shorts on the inside and boy(ish) shorts on the outside. For the first time in my life I actually thought my ass and legs looked awesome. I of course snatched them up as fast as I could.
This was a time in my life where shopping was fun. I didn't have to do a Hail Mary to get stuff buttoned. I had variety, I could shop wherever I wanted, and I didn't have to buy the biggest size on the rack. I looked good. People told me I looked good. Looking good made me feel good.
Why am I daydreaming about the past? I have really been struggling with motivation lately. Really struggling. Last week at the meeting, my leader asked "What is your motivation?". My answer *crickets chirping*.....I had nothing. I sat there almost dumbfounded that I couldn't come up with one thing that would light my fire and get the scale moving.
Tonight's total recall might have sparked my mojo. I really liked not having to shop in the tent section. I am now getting to the point where I need to add things to my closet. Now the question I ask myself is Do I want to buy what sorta fits or do I want to buy what I like? Do I want to stay where I am or do I want to feel like I did two years ago?
I think the answer is self-explanatory.
I don't know what triggered the memory of my workout shorts but it has me excited to want to succeed. Inspiration comes at crazy times and I should take it when it is thrown at me.
Upload complete. Off to bed......