I am going to hell. It’s official. Was working particularly late tonight and went on to Facebook. Being as nosy as hell I dipped into the profile of someone I REALLY dislike. With good reason, I hasten to add. This woman is poison. She is married to my husband’s brother and we had a run in years ago. Never being one for plastic pleasantries I have no conversation with her or her equally poisonous friend. Here is where it gets awkward. The friend is also married to one of the brothers. Thankfully I am not alone in my intense disdain for them. My mother in law calls them “Rottweilers” and my other two sisters in law cannot abide the trouble they have caused in the family.
Revenge is a dish best served fat free
Anyway, I digress. As I was looking at the profile I started thinking how good it would feel to appear at the next family gathering at my target weight and see their reaction. I am ashamed to admit that this has given me a real motivational boost. How bad am I?
What makes matters even worse is both have weight issues too. I should be empathetic but this “evil urge” makes me want to stick it to them! Believe me, they would do it if the shoe was on the other foot (or cloven hoof in their case!).
This is not the ideal kind of motivation to reach goal but surely I am not alone. And what if, when the other motivations like better health, nice clothes, etc start to lose their lustre, what if the idea of flaunting your “new look” in front of a ***** or two is the one thing that keeps you going?
Imagine. You have been invited to a family event. The last time you saw these people you looked less than your best. This time you are in a fabulous dress, half the woman you were and looking AMAZING! Imagine them doing a double take on seeing you.
Tell me this doesn’t do it for you. Join me in hell!!!