How could I miss this?
I have been trying to figure out my lack of motivation for some time now, and I finally had my “Aha!” moment last night while reading this article. While, this article is hilarious, especially for those of us who have lived to see a little more than Vanilla Ice and Milli Vanilli, it was #4 that caught me off guard. Even though a number of people have told me a million times, all of a sudden I was like “Wait, you mean making big changes like losing weight, means you HAVE to suffer? Changes aren’t a pleasing fun experience? There’s no magic pill? Shit, I have to buckle down and make myself, even if it hurts. Damnit, why isn’t there an easy button?!”
I’m just lazy people! I want the easy way out, and I’m not afraid to admit it. Hard work sucks! If it’s not fun, I don’t wanna.
This laziness has pretty much permeated through every part of my life, my work, my weight loss, my, dare I say it, submission. I have totally allowed Facebook to suck the life out of me, because building a farm is WAY more fun than writing a review. I spent an assload of money to buy a Wii, just so I could have the Wii Fit Plus, but damnit, I get sore when I use it. Surely there’s a magic weight loss pill out there (there’s really not, I’ve bought them ALL).
Kris and I used to keep something of an argument journal, way back when. It was a couple of years ago, and it actually worked very well to keep my temper in check. Gawd, it’s so much easier to throw a fit and scream until he gives up, rather than having to think about and choose my words.
Sometimes it totally amazes me how I can sit on my throne and preach all day, and give good advice to both my children and friends, but somehow it all slips past ME, the one who needs it the most! WTF!
Well I can say this much, a very good friend of mine will elated to know, that I have received my glasses and I can now read the writing on the wall. It says, “Suck it up buttercup!”. I guess that means it’s time for me to do something about it, instead of waiting patiently for everything to fall in my lap. No more procrastinating, no more organizing and reorganizing, I’m going to just jump in where I am, and hope to gawd, I didn’t forget how to swim or at least float. Time to suffer Cin.