I've been struggling badly with motivation all this year. I've been binge-eating, watching my weight slowly creep up and up and up and up... and I've finally in the last few days managed to pull my head out and actually get myself straight. I'm on day three of my new, improved self, and have been utterly rigid thus far.
The motivation? If I can lose 17lbs by 20th June, my new boyfriend is going to buy me a half-dozen roses!!! Is he cool, or what?