And then yesterday, I finally admit my complete tankage of resolve. My snacking came back, I wasn't exercising, I was gaining weight again, and I was wallowing in despair and big puddles of cookie-flavored rationalization. I bitch about my two-week / three-week / timeperiod(x) limit on resolve and motivation, and what happens?
Kyrose gives me the Life Coach alco-sponsor pep-talk, and basically tells me stuff I already knew, but in a different way than I saw it. What happens? My snacking stopped. I worked out at night AND in the morning. I got better sleep than I have in weeks. I cleaned the freaking living room. I got up early, ate a healthy breakfast, didn't even have MILK in my coffee. I feel like I did on Day One of One Year In My Life.
I don't know how long it will hold for. Hopefully more than three weeks, because I don't want Kyrose to have to think up new bottom-of-the-ninth speeches every month. But I know now, more than ever before, that motivation is in my mind, and even when I'm exhausted and sore, I can still make gains.