One of my new tricks for keeping me exercising (aside from the trainer who is kicking my butt but it seems like it's paying off), is that when I think I can't do any more (e.g., walk fast on the treadmill, lift weights a little longer, etc.), I close my eyes and think of someone and "dedicate" my efforts to that person -- I think of the kids, and I've even thought about our SoWell friends who are trying to quit smoking (e.g., DD, Tootsie, Mango are some of the people I've thought about) because I figure it's hard to quit smoking so if they can try to do that, I can go a little longer with the exercise. Frankly, though, I think it's the trainer. If I keep working with the trainer for a year it's going to cost me about as much as a used car this year, but I figure I'm worth more than a used car! And we already have two used cars (1999 and 2001) so we don't need another one anyway.