Inspiration from all over

In order to achieve my goal I have to have some sort of mental picture in my head of what I would like to look like in the end of this. On the way back from our Christmas trip the hubs was sleeping on the airplane and I was thumbing through Us Weekly (guilty pleasure). I stumble across a picture of Marissa Miller struting her stuff down the runway in her million dollar bra and matching panties. That's when I decide I'm stealing her body. Now all I have to do is drop two or three sizes and grow about 6 more inches. I've decided I'm cutting it out and taping it to the fridge so everytime I look at it I won't want to eat that piece of chocolate in the fridge. I don't know how well this will work out for hubs or not. He might just stand there drooling in front of it but it's worth a try. In college I once had a roomate who put on our dorm fridge think skinny so she'd avoid all the bad stuff in there. Shortly after, we'd order out for pizza. So much for thinking skinny.
So back to this airplane flight. As I'm continually reading I keep hearing this rocking and squeaking noise from a seat across the isle. Airplane seats don't normally do that so it was slowly driving me crazy. Lo and behold, a very large man was the result of this problem. For the last couple of days every time I bite into something I can't help thinking of this man. What is it as American's that we do to ourselves that allow us to get his big. At what point do you draw the line and say enough is enough. For me, it's a size 8! UGH! I could never imagine a day when I couldn't fit into an airplane seat! So this is my goal...get me back to a healthy and happy weight.
Yesterday more inspiration came walking in my office door. We have a new neighbor in our office park and he is much like Mr. Airplane Man. Our office is on the second floor and mind you there might not be even 20 stairs to climb to this second floor. The entire 10 minutes he was in our office he couldn't catch his breath. At my old job sure I'd be out of breath climbing the 40 stairs to our floor but that would only be for about 30 seconds. If I was at a point where I can't breath and WALKING becomes an issue then I think it is time I say put the fork down and push away from the table.
Finally, as Americans we are accustomed to "cleaning our plate" and hurried lunches. As part of my new goal, I'm going to try to breath more between bites instead of annihilating it like it's an 75% sale as Barney's! Self control is my first step. You always read in fitness magazines, do this move, try this move, but in the end it all comes down to the one move no one ever talks about. The move from your plate to your mouth. I've found that I can work out and sweat as much as I want, but if I go home and pig out for dinner it's going to counteract all that hard work. So as day three of the not so strict diet starts, the Wii Fit told me I gained .4 lbs! AAAHHHHH! So after NYE, we can kiss all the fatty foods goodbye, except for the occassional cheat day! ;)