I was stuck on a weight loss plateau. Of course it didn’t help that my motivation was at an all-time low as the Michigan February wind blew fiercely. All I wanted to do was hibernate. My get-up-and-go had left along with my writing creativity. Then my writing coach, Donna, recommended I take a look at a book cover, thinking its alluring title, testimonial and striking color contrast would inspire my writing woes.
She was right about the book cover; it not only fueled my writing, it got me excited to read the contents – in one day. The author Monica Hannan fired up my dieting drive. I dialed a friend, Allison, who was struggling with dieting, painstakingly starving herself, trying to shave a few inches off her waist.
Using Monica as inspiration, we set 2 goals:
- Eat breakfast to rev our metabolism – ugh, breakfast, it had never been the meal of champion for me.
Walk a million steps, ugh to that too.
Three months later, I am proud to say Allison and I crossed the finished line last week. I faithfully choked down my Adkins breakfast bar at 5:30 am, and balanced fat, protein and carb every three hours. My fit-bit shot off fireworks every day as I hit 11,140 steps, but the scale didn’t budge. Allison had struggled along with me on this journey. All was not lost, though. My misery loved the company.
Then yesterday, out of nowhere as I wheezed like a sick accordion on the treadmill, another faithful gym attender gave me his usual silent nod of hello, and then said, “I’ve watched you all winter. You look like you’ve lost twenty pounds.”
Once I closed my gasping mouth, I told him sadly that the scale had not changed for me.
“A scale doesn’t tell you everything,” he replied.
I went home and slid into summer shorts. Last year I had a tug-of-war to get the shorts across my hips! I said a silent thank you, Monica.
Where do you get your inspiration?