Weight loss doesn't begin in the gym with a dumb bell; it starts in your head with a decision.

Go for broke, my friends. Straighten your spine when you step to the podium. Trust your own tongue. Believe that your weary legs will hold you until you reach the finish line. And reach it you will if you give it your all. Fall if you must, crawl if you must, but don’t you dare give up or give in until you’ve made it to the end. For at the end is where your great reward will be to begin anew. A new chance. A new life. A new you.

When the finish line seems too far away, remember how you felt when you were back at the starting line. Regain that motivation to recharge your momentum.

Really? If I could hate my trainer? That would be ideal. I'd prefer to despise this person with the fire of ten thousand suns. So when I walk - nay, crawl - out of here at the end of my workouts, I want to lull myself to sleep by picturing my very talented and inspirational trainer getting hit by a bus. A bus that I am driving.

Treasures are not found where many feet have trampled. They are found along the paths that no one else has taken...yet.

Until you believe you can do it, it's going to be difficult to convince anyone else you can do it.