The topic of motivation has been on my mind lately; specifically, the motivation to exercise. Clearly, the punk has no problem motivating himself to work out. Just put these bears in front of him and he's ready for a boxing match! However, I am not so easily persuaded.
In the 6 weeks following the punk's arrival, I lost about half the weight I put on during my pregnancy. But much to my chagrin, I lost only 2 lbs. during the next 6 weeks. When I discovered this, I roared my terrible roar and gnashed my terrible teeth and rolled my terrible eyes and showed my terrible claws. And then I put together a plan. You see, I've determined that the best way for me to motivate myself to work out is to create a chart. If there's a chart, there's accountability. This worked splendidly for me when I trained for my half marathon two years ago. Every day, I knew exactly how long I was supposed to run, and every day, I was able to check off my workout and see my progress. So. I put together a 12-week program. The first week I lost more weight than the previous 6 weeks combined! Then the second week, I got sloppy. I figured I was doing so well that it would be okay if I missed a workout or two and ate a few of my man's pizza rolls. Well, that bit of genius cost me half a pound that week.
Why? Why? Why? If I know my good behavior worked beautifully the first week, why did I decide to butcher the plan the next week?
How do you motivate yourself to exercise? Are you a long-term, big picture kind of person? Does the visualization of your future toned, fat-free body carry you through months of exercise? Or do you live day by day and hour by hour, constantly reminding yourself to "be good?"