Tonight was the last night of my mandatory "weight management" class (don't get me started on the hoops I'm jumping through), but I suddenly realized why I'm having such a hard time with dieting. Everyone else had goals like "look good for my reunion" or "be able to play with my children" or "go for a walk with my wife". My goal was the same goal I've been wrestling with for the past year and a half - get this damned cancer out of me. It's a good negative goal, but I need to think about a positive goal. Anger is one hell of a motivator, but it's hard to keep up for long distances.
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