How Bad Do You Want It

That's the question I've been asking myself lately... How bad do you want it?

I'm not sure I have the answer. And only testing my will power and motivation will give me the answer.

I signed up for the marathon. The training begins - and it snows. I LOVE snow. But I'm not a fan of running in the cold or long distances on the treadmill. How bad do I want it?

I also want to drop a few recently added pounds and develop some muscle tone. I love chocolate and sweets. I hate strength training. How bad do I want it?

I've signed up for some personal training and some classes at the gym. I'm starting my eating plan tomorrow. I have a 5 mile run planned on the treadmill tomorrow morning.

Of course at the moment my belly is full of Christmas candy and fatty foods. So it's easy to say I'll start my eating plan and my workout plans.

When the cravings start and I start bargaining with myself 'just one - one piece that's all' or when I'm tired 'just skip today - it's just one day' then I will see how bad I really want it.

Sure everything in moderation - one candy bad or missed workout isn't going to break me. But if that one turns into several maybe I don't want it as bad as I thought I did.

I'm hoping this time I want it bad enough. This isn't my first attempt or even my 5th. See I have a problem. I am truly addicted to sugar. If I stayed with moderation all would be well. But I don't.

Starting tomorrow I guess I can begin to answer 'How bad do I want it?'.

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