fat scare

Two more pounds to lose and twelve more days to go this
month. I can do small goals.

I had ugly fat beakers representing my weight loss in the side bar
months ago. It was so gross looking, even though I thrive on visual
results. I think that's why I'm a list keeper, I need to be reassured
by the crossed off items, that I am accomplishing something.

I love psychology, and I use it on myself to get me out of any
stagnation. It's time for some visual scare tactics.

Here's an article I found, cut out from, I can't remember where. I
do that a lot, I apologize. "Here, Spare Tire! C"Mere, Boy!" First
came the Pet Rock, then the Chia pet, now there's My Pet Fat. But
man's new best inanimate pal isn't just a gag gift. Put the bright
yellow blob where temptation strikes-- on the dinner table, in the
frig, next to the bag of chips--for a weight-loss reminder. Try it,
says creator Jay Jacobs (who claims it's helped him shed 100
pounds from a peak of 380), and "you'll never think about eating
the same way again."

The highest reward for a person's toil is not what they get for it, but
what they become by it.