** The Road to Slim City **

♫ In a perfect world, all fitness motivation would stem from the inner desire to get strong and healthy…. to better your life, to live longer, and to better yourself internally as well as externally. ♫

*record screech* 

Yeah, mine is not always of the perfect variety. 

Of course, the healthy things are always a part of my total equation but, to be perfectly honest, most of the time my weight loss motivators have come from not so pure mental places. 

Like… let’s see here….

• In 2008 being told by my now ex-husband I was “too fat to love.”

Gah, what a jerk, right?

But seriously, that statement was awesome for me.  Not only did it prompt me to rid myself of a complete idiot, but it also started my weight loss journey merely to prove him wrong.  Revenge?  possibly not the bestest of plans, but it was pretty sweet to see him lose his shit a few years later.   

Other motivators through the years -

(entering a judgement free zone)

• A clearance rack size 12 Calvin Klein dress that I had to have even though at the time I was a size 20.
• A first date with an internet crush who’d never seen anything other than my headshot.  Didn’t go well, but for three weeks in 2010 I coulda been Fitness Mag’s spokesperson. 
• A reunion of friends where my ultimate high school crush was going to be (who coincidentally had no clue I existed in a “you’re a girl?” kinda way)
• Halloween and my first (and last) itty bitty hooker-esque costume
• A RUSH concert where I was the only girl invited with 5 guys and I wanted to look smokin’ hot and catch a certain bass player’s attention. 
• Sex with Chris for the first time - AKA: the time I was terrified
• My blog and the awesome Tumblrs I follow.  Keeping up with your amazing asses is a legitimate full time job.

and most recently THIS. 

This, my friends, is a photo I saw on New Years Eve of Chris’ ex wife. 

ok, ok…. before you start the inevitable smart person game of “Who’s got the psychoanalysis,” I’m completely aware my reaction to this photo is irrational.  I’m not sure if this is a big helping of my residual insecurities, or my competitive nature combined with my ultimate loathing for this woman, or something even more complex and ridiculous, or something as simple as plain ole jealousy, but this picture completely burned. my. ass.  B-U-R-N-E-D. 

Regardless of whether I may or may not need therapy, I’m choosing to look at this irritating internal struggle in a positive light.  No matter where it’s coming from, I can make it a good thing.  I’ve been in a complete rut lately and needed a good swift kick in the ass to get back on track. 

So here’s my newest swift kick:

An imaginary round of who can have the most rockin’ body?  Game on, wench. 

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3. bikinisummer said: You’ve got this!! Because you’re awesome of course :)
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15. full-iron said: No judgement. Game. On.
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20. high-heel-mileage said: I love ALL the honestly in this post. Rock on! Not too proud to say my friend & I like to call “who can have the most rockin’ body” the Revenge Plan. Get it, girl!
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