We’ve all got reasons for doing what we do. When I look back at pictures of myself, I wonder why I let myself get so out of control. There were a few reasons, but none make sense.
I liked to eat (all of the wrong things).
I didn’t like to move.
I didn’t know any other way to be.
I had tried and failed so many times, I didn’t think I could do it.
God flipped a switch in my brain this year, and my thinking shifted. Why do I want to change?
I want to be healthy.
I want to be strong.
I want to fit into clothes I like, not whatever will cover me the best.
I want to look in the mirror and like the person I see.
I want to walk into a room and not feel like hiding.
I want to walk up a flight of stairs, or even across a room without getting winded.
I don’t want to face anything I’d like to do and wonder if there is a weight limit.
I don’t want to face anything and think “I can’t.”
I want to live for a long time.
I want to LIVE.
Looking at these two lists, I am seeing a whole lot of reasons to keep pushing and not many reasons to quit. Why do you want to change?
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