Desperation for motivation.

I do believe that a lack of motivation is the biggest reason people don't achieve their goals. I don't think it's fear of failure as much as it is a lack of motivation. That's what it's been for me, anyway. Sometimes I need motivation for the dumbest things.

Even writing this post today requires motivation. I almost completely forgot about it until this comedienne I'm watching said she is only motivated to get out of bed by the fact that she needs to move her car on street cleaning days, and I realized, "aw crap, I have a blog open."

This is the exact same "aw crap" I feel when I realize I have done next to nothing to train for the half marathon in a day. My diet was nice today -- turkey sausage with egg whites for breakfast, 5 bites of a salad for lunch (lettuce fills me up stupidly quick), and homemade chicken enchiladas for dinner. Plus, I drank enough water today to make me instantly regret how much water I drank judging by the amount of trips I took to the bathroom. Yeah, could have done without the cheesy goodness on top of the enchiladas, but it was baked, and it was grilled chicken, and I opted out of sour cream.

These are the baby steps I was talking about previously in work. Look at me, taking baby steps like a drunk little toddler. I don't drink though, it slows your metabolism down and I need no assistance in that area of my life. My exercise routine sucked, though. Unless you consider said hustles to the bathroom exercise, I really didn't do much of anything. I can blame not having enough time in the day, but I know it's also because I was not motivated. And, aw crap, the half marathon gets a day closer every 24 hours, whether or not I trained for it.

Every now and then I'll have huge boosts of motivation. Watching certain videos on YouTube inspires me to be a better person, a better travel agent, a better Disney fan, a better runner, etc. Comparing myself to others -- in both good and bad ways -- will also motivate me. Oprah calls them "aha!" moments. Oprah also has ten hundred kajillion bazillion dollars sat in her bank account and could buy the entire half marathon admission fee to full capacity, retroactively buy everyone else's that already signed up, and have Mickey, Minnie and Donald escort her from the start to the finish line if she so desired.

How about I make you guys a promise? I promise tomorrow, whether or not I "feel" like it, I will do either one mile or a half an hour on the treadmill. Whichever comes first. I solemnly swear this. If not, I'll donate money to the presidential candidate that I do not like. I do not want to donate money to them. That will be my motivation.

Aha!