I need motivation.
I need goals.
I’ve learned that setting goals that have to do with weighing a certain amount by a certain date is frustrating because I usually set some really fucked up goals. I’ve learned it’s best to set goals like…’I will have reached a milestone when I don’t have to shop at the fat girl store anymore’.
I was so excited when I reached that goal afterI lost weight in 2011.
I’ve been shopping at the fat girl store again for months now. Once again, this is my first goal. Goal number two: I want to wear a belt. I want to tuck in my shirt. I don’t care if it’s fashionable or not…I just want to be able to tuck in my shirt AND feel good about it. I might even get myself a big ass gaudy belt buckle.
My cardio goal? Buffy Summers is kicking my ass.
This is my goal. I will get on my treadmill at least 5 nights a week. I started the ‘Buffy Plan’ last week. Night one, I watched episode one of season one of Buffy The Vampire Slayer.
I’m surprised hubs hasn’t given me truck loads of shit for doing this. It’s possible that I’ve watched the entire series more than once. Maybe more than twice.
Fine 3 times.
It’s comforting. I know the people. Also, if I blend in the Angel series, at the beginning of season 3, by the time I’m finished with both series…I WILL BE AMAZING.
The point is, I can’t be the only one who needs something to focus on. This is my goal. I am going to run to seven seasons of Buffy and 5 seasons of Angel.
By the time I’m finished, at the very LEAST, I’ll be able to run a 5K and it’s quite possible I’ll pick up some bad ass martial arts skills.
Although if THAT were going to happen, then I probably would have picked it up the first three times I watched the series.
Tonight? I watched the Hyena episode. Episode 7. I ran 15 of the 43 minutes. I feel very good about this.
What quirky things to do you do motivate yourself. Seriously, I need to know. I can’t be the only 50 year old dweeb out there.