Today I actually worked up the nerve to flip through the big sparkly Victoria's Secret Christmas catalog I got in the mail a few weeks ago. And although a small part of me wanted to cry as I wondered whether I'll ever have my pre-pregnant body back, it turned out to be a bit inspiring, too. Not in the traditional "this girl is a genetic freak so I'm going to starve myself in hopes of looking just like her" way. More of a "Wow! Shopping! For regular clothes! Without elastic!" kind of way.
And I actually tabbed down the corner of two pages with tops I would consider investing in when I have some semblance of a waist again.
Now THAT's motivation.