I have developed a strategy throughout the years to completely avoid taking responsibility for gaining weight.... It's called the "Blame everyone and everything, even if it means blaming God, ultimate defense mechanism".....
p.s. it doesn't work.... EVER...
My true weight struggle began after I left home for school, and I have been up and down the scales for the past several years since. After meeting my husband-to-be I became quite comfortable and began gaining even more. Now I am at my heaviest.
Devan and I joined weight watcher together (my fourth time around) and he did amazing, losing approx. 30 lbs. I am happy for him, but for some reason I can't seem to motivate myself. One would think that getting married and wanting to look amazing in your wedding dress would be the greatest motivation there could be. But for some unknown reason this is not motivation enough. I was recently diagnosed with Lupus and I know I would greatly benefit from losing weight, but again, no motivation.
The only glimpse of motivation that I can come up with is that the day before my Grandfather past away we had a conversation about my wedding dress. I told him I really wanted to lose weight so that I would look good in my dress, and with utmost seriousness he asked, "What will happen if you gain 10 lbs?"...at that point I promised him I wouldn't...
