This is a family blog (though I know approximately negative 8 trillion kids who would just jump for joy at reading such boringness)… I have kindly censored the above-mentioned blog title… I was really going to say, Where the CRAPOLA Did It Go? But crapola is obviously a word I’ve had my mouth washed out with soap for… totes the truth. And according to Ralphie from that movie, The Christmas Story… soap mouth washing totally causes blindness. No wonder my eyesight is so sucktastic!
Sighhhhhhhhh… that was audible… I actually did sigh really loudly whilst typing that word. I sigh when I’m at a loss for words… and I’ve been doing it a lot lately. I’m a bit frustrated with my motivation right now. It’s pretty null and void… I’m finding more and more excuses to say to heck with the meal plan… and I feel like I have little desire to want to stay on said meal plan. The exercising thing is still fine… I’ve made that a habit and it’s because I do things I actually enjoy. Thus, the reason my strength training falls by the wayside more than not… and by wayside… I really mean wayyyyyyyyyy over there, around the corner, 50 miles to the West, and down that big dark pit near Mesquite, Nevada. What happened to that girl of 2-1/2 years ago who didn’t obsess so much about every little thing she ate… the one who just moved more, ate less, and lost weight by the bucket load? Where did she go? Is it because now I actually know way too much crap and my constant obsessing is becoming stifling… bringing out my rebellious teenage streak? I’d rather just run up and down the streets nekked and get that phase over with. Sue me. Also, wear blindfolds and close your curtains.
I’ve learned that when things become stale, it’s mighty beneficial to change things up. I don’t know what this changing things up thing is going to entail… maybe I can spend 45 minutes per day giving myself a bear hug and patting myself on the back whilst reciting inspirational posters. I’ll be sure to do that on the roof nekked… again… blindfolds are strongly suggested. Maybe I need to back off the obsessing wagon or… or… I really don’t know what the answer is, but I’m going to think about it… and pray about it… and probably eat 2 cookies… and I’ll call y’all in the morning! :P Not literally, but you catch my drift.
In the meantime, I saw this crafty idea on Pinterest (I had branched out from my usual recipe finding one day) and I thought it might be a fun way to motivate… so I made them… with every noncrafty bone I have in my body, I made them.
Of course, the only way it would be motivational is if I could move some of them purpley rocky things from the pounds to go jar to the pounds lost jar. For serious! It’s looking way too lonely over there. Siiiiigggghhhhh… onward and upward my friends. Persistence is my motto and by crapola and high water I’ve persisted my butt off for years now… and I aim to persist until there’s no more persisting to be had! Mark my words!
Question of the Day: Do you have any motivation tricks? Fun ideas, crafts, methods of butt kicking… but nice butt kicking?
PS – Evil struck again. Prayers and thoughts sent to the victims of the shooting in Wisconsin… what a sad, tragic day. :(