One of the girls I work with decided we should have a biggest looser contest, so she coersed almost all of us in the office to participate, made teams, and came up with a plan.
We are doing a three month plan. Weighing in every two weeks. We paid $1 to start and every weigh in we pay 50¢ and additional 50¢ for each pound we’ve gained. When the three months is up the person who’s lost the most percentage of weight gets the money.
I’ve already been trying to watch what I eat for a while now, but I’d only lost about five pounds and then things kind of just petered out. I became discouraged. What I needed was someone to be accountable to, so I was fairly excited when this opportunity came up.
I’ve really never been one to exercise regularly, except in my early twenties, when I was involved in martial arts. Then I life moved on. I got a full-time job, got married, had a baby, went back to college, changed careers and two and half decades later here I am. Forty-seven pounds heavier than when I married.
I look back and I wonder how in the world did this happen? Well, I’ll tell you. I love to cook and eat. I have come to the realization that I have been living to eat – not – eating to live. I would say this has burdend my thoughts for about six months now and the more I dwell on it the more I’ve come to realize I don’t have to be a random eater. I shouldn’t be eating breakfast and thinking about what I’m having for my next meal. Now, that’s not to say I shouldn’t plan out my meals though. I’m becoming a firm believer in meal planning, especially my lunches to take to work.
The first week I actually gained two pounds back. That really got my goat, so the second week (weigh in week) I really started to watch what I was eating, did some kettlebell exercises and tried -for the first time -yoga. (Yes I have a new appreciation for that, let me tell you that takes some real muscle to pull off some of those poses.) I also had a peanut butter smoothie for breakfast instead of one of my normal breakfast’s on weigh-in day.
When I weighed in on Friday morning, I had lost those two stinking pounds and another pound and two ounces (yes ounces count). I cannot tell you how excited I was. I wad in a good mood the rest of the day.
Hope this inspires some of you in a good “weigh”~Bam
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