Truth be told, the best way to get me to do something is to tell me that I can't... for example, after 3 hours of difficult and strenuous pushing when I was in labor with Jonah, the doctor suggested that I might need some help to get him out... oh no, after that much time he was coming out because I pushed him out--not because some doctor got happy with the forceps. Anyway, he was out in the next push...
I suppose it's prideful (and yes I realize that "pride goeth before the fall") but it helps. Another thing that helps is knowing that yesterday is not in vain. I don't, as a rule, get on the scale everyday but I had a great "eating" day yesterday and wanted to know that it wasn't all for naught... it wasn't. Right now that's good enough reason to keep going!
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