Monday, April 21, 2008
I have the best husband. He just came up with the most fabulous reward system to help motivate me to loose the weight: Shoes.
I love shoes. Nice shoes. Comfortable shoes. Dansko, Rogue, Simple, El Naturalista, Ecco, Keen, Chaco. You get the idea. Not a high heel wearing, foot torturing kind of shoe fetish here. More like a 'my feet have a long way to carry me yet, best outfit them for the jouney' kind of attitude. Really, I just despise being physically uncomfortable.
Yes, it's an extrinsic reward and it runs contrary to a grounded perspective on the goal of becoming healthy. But, dag namit, every girl has an inner magpie and sometimes we need a shiny something to keep our feathers preened.
This all came about this afternoon after spending an embarrassing amount of time online looking for a pair of good summer shoes for our daughter. Absolutely out of the blue my husband says, "why don't you buy yourself a new pair of shoes for every ten pounds you
loose?" Needless to say I was shocked and could hardly contain my feelings of satisfaction for having married such a sensible man.
I came clean on how long it may take me to loose ten pounds; how much total weight I aim to loose and how many pairs of shoes that would amount to. We negotiated things like money and weight gain relapses and came to an agreement. This challenge is made all the better with my husband's involvement and enthusiasm. Of course, his first thought of a material reward may have been more in line with a Victoria's Secret catalogue but he no doubt quickly realized that would just piss me off. (I've loathed VS ever since I went in one of their stores looking for a maternity/nursing bra and was told by a perky 20 something dressed in black with a little pink ribbon that "oh, nooo we don't sell those kind of bras." Jerks)