Whups, my bad. I didn't mean to get Dionne Warwick stuck in all of your heads.
Anyway, I've determined that this journey that I'm on was sparked by and will be fueled by the never ending support from my friends. One of my best friends from back home and since 6th grade joined Weight Watchers, lost 65 lbs (or more, I fail) and was just featured in Good Housekeeping magazine for losing weight with a friend. She's always been a little cheerleader in my life but she's been so helpful with everything surrounding my ever increasing waistline. I text her with "OMG I NEED FRIES!" or "What's better for me to eat before a workout?" and she answers without grumbling. I couldn't do it without her.
I also have a friend who is a more recent addition to my life, but has become just as much of a cheerleader. Yesterday I was in my first spin class in 3 months and I was about to die. DIE. During a quick break for the instructor to change the CD, I sent her a text saying I was dying and I still had 25 minutes to go - she texted me back with "You can do it! Don't think about the time." And afterwards, I texted her to tell her about my death by spin class and she congratulated me further. I'm an attention whore, people. I need others to approve and cheer me on!
Of course, there are others who cheer me on - and I couldn't do it without them. I realize I'm only on day 3 of this extremely long journey, but hey, it takes a while to make a habit and pushing me through this habit forming process is exactly what I need.
Motivation, people! Posting pictures of my chunkass self on the internet for all the world to see has helped, yes. However, when it comes to knowing someone believes in you and knowing someone is checking on you - ya gotta have friends.