
Isn't it interesting that if you add a "T" onto die it spells DIET? How ironic since this is what I am going to talk about.
About three years ago, I mean three weeks ago, a friend of mine challenged a bunch of friends to join the Biggest Loser contest. The contest lasts for 12 weeks. We all put 5 bucks into the pot every time we weigh in. Whoever has the biggest percent loss gets the pot. That's about $800. Blood started rushing through my veins, "I can do something like this." Most people seemed to be the same size as me (you know, like size 8, not!) so it seemed like a challenge I would be up for. Plus, I could certainly use the cash. First week, I'm off and running, nothing is holding me back. Now that we are in week three, I think I'm going to die. Man this is hard! When I start any weight loss program (which I start about every three days), I can go for three weeks and then I cave. Oh, look.... I'm on week three! The contest is incentive for me to keep going, even if I'll be dead in the end.
I love food. Food is my friend. I eat when I'm happy, sad, frustrated, nervous, stressed, and social. Suddenly, this component is taken out of my life and heaven forbid, I have to feel my feelings without food!
Calgon take me away!
Last week some "skinny" friends approached me and asked how the challenge was going (I didn't tell her I was doing it). My social network knows, how much pride do I have left? I mid-as-well post this so all of
blog land knows too.
One last final note. I cannot relate to someone when they say they lost weight because "they were stressed." You better believe if you see that I've lost weight it's because I worked my butt off! If we happen to be in a social situation together and you hear someone ask me how I lost weight and you hear me say "oh, I was stressed", you will know the truth!