But it wasn't until yesterday that I understood what they meant. At least, what I think they meant.
I stood in the mirror yesterday looking at myself. For once I could remember what I looked like 50 lbs ago. The belly that hung over... the round face... the big thighs.... the body that was sick all the time and could hardly do anything without gasping for air.
And then I saw me. A flat(ter) tummy... a thinner face... strong legs (that ran a half marathon!)... a healthier me that could do anything I wanted it to. That's when I realized what was going to be my motivation for the next 3 months.
In my head I hold a picture of me. The one of me at 225 lbs... sitting in a chair with my baby on my lap. Wheezing at the thought of having to get up and chase my toddler around the house. Wearing pajamas because they were the only thing comfortable.

On the other side of that picture is me.... 3 months from now at 150 lbs... standing tall with confidence. Wearing a sexy pair of jeans and a shirt that shows off my lean/strong arms. Ready to run at a seconds notice!

Those two pictures are my motivation. Me... my own motivation. Motivation to keep eating healthy, to keep moving and to keep believing that I can do it. I will do it.