I told you all about the contest I'm in for the next few months. Well, today was our week three weigh in. Guess where I landed? Third place! Last week we were divided in our standings by two full percentage points. This week I am missing first place by just half a percent. It makes me happy to be near the top again.
I still don't feel like I'll win the contest. Maybe it's the negative voices in my head that are bringing me down. Maybe I'm just trying to be real. But just in case I'm wrong, I have decided what I'll do if I win the money. It will be a shopping spree for me, down in AZ with my mom and sisters. By that point I'll need a new wardrobe, right? Even if I don't win, the idea of taking the trip is very tempting...
So, I'm off to bed tonight feeling happy with things. I also am going to bed with a full stomach. My eating wasn't the best today, so I have some makeup to do if I want to stay at the top. Getting results like today's weigh in may be just the fuel I need to move forward! Wish me luck (and will power and determination and patience...)!
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
Sunday, September 4, 2011
Remember me?
I warned you I am not the best at this blog stuff. Anyhow, it's time for an update.
My journey to better health has been, well, rocky to say the least. I have a few good days, and then a few bad days. Then another few good days, and so on.
A couple of weeks ago a friend posted a quick blurb about her Biggest Loser weigh in the following day, and it caught my attention. As much as I like to think I'm a good sport and all, I've realized that I really am an extremely competitive person. The idea of a weight loss contest seemed perfect for me.
The basic run down is that we each put in our $50, and the money was pooled together to be awarded to the person with the highest percentage of weight loss after twelve weeks is over. "I've got this!" I thought, as I eagerly wrote out my check. And for the first week, I was doing pretty good. By the end of the week, I was in the top 5. That was with just minimal work outs because we were framing our basement, and I needed energy for that.
Then things fell apart. Week two about killed me. I swore off Chocolate Cinnamon Gummy Bears, but I didn't quite manage to swear off homemade chocolate chip cookies, which had to appear at my house a lot. I also discovered that just plain chocolate chips are a great snack. My body was sore from exercising a bunch, and I gave up. Big time. By the end of week two, I had actually gained back 2 pounds of the weight I had lost in week one. I dropped to 11th place.
So now I'm on week three. For the most part I'm doing better. I'm back to what I was at the end of the first week, and still have a couple of days to go before weigh in. I for sure won't be in the top 5 this week, but I'll be inching my way back up to the top.
The interesting side effect of all this is that I can see my body getting thinner. It shows in my face. I can feel it when I put on clothes that are fitting looser. But with that success, I'm spiraling into a definite funk. I can physically control my eating habits. I can force myself to run (yay for five mintue jogs!). What I can't control is the emotional side of weight loss. The feelings of deprevation and anger. The frustration that things are happening too slow. And the fear that I really just might not have what it takes to get in shape.
By this point, I really don't care about the prize money. Only a few weeks in to the contest, I don't think it will be mine. What I do care about though is giving the contest my best try. If at the end of this all, I've only lost 30 pounds compared to their 60, who cares? I will still be a winner. My biggest hope is that I will be able to not only physically feel better, I will feel emotionally better too. That, for me, will be the biggest prize of all.
My journey to better health has been, well, rocky to say the least. I have a few good days, and then a few bad days. Then another few good days, and so on.
A couple of weeks ago a friend posted a quick blurb about her Biggest Loser weigh in the following day, and it caught my attention. As much as I like to think I'm a good sport and all, I've realized that I really am an extremely competitive person. The idea of a weight loss contest seemed perfect for me.
The basic run down is that we each put in our $50, and the money was pooled together to be awarded to the person with the highest percentage of weight loss after twelve weeks is over. "I've got this!" I thought, as I eagerly wrote out my check. And for the first week, I was doing pretty good. By the end of the week, I was in the top 5. That was with just minimal work outs because we were framing our basement, and I needed energy for that.
Then things fell apart. Week two about killed me. I swore off Chocolate Cinnamon Gummy Bears, but I didn't quite manage to swear off homemade chocolate chip cookies, which had to appear at my house a lot. I also discovered that just plain chocolate chips are a great snack. My body was sore from exercising a bunch, and I gave up. Big time. By the end of week two, I had actually gained back 2 pounds of the weight I had lost in week one. I dropped to 11th place.
So now I'm on week three. For the most part I'm doing better. I'm back to what I was at the end of the first week, and still have a couple of days to go before weigh in. I for sure won't be in the top 5 this week, but I'll be inching my way back up to the top.
The interesting side effect of all this is that I can see my body getting thinner. It shows in my face. I can feel it when I put on clothes that are fitting looser. But with that success, I'm spiraling into a definite funk. I can physically control my eating habits. I can force myself to run (yay for five mintue jogs!). What I can't control is the emotional side of weight loss. The feelings of deprevation and anger. The frustration that things are happening too slow. And the fear that I really just might not have what it takes to get in shape.
By this point, I really don't care about the prize money. Only a few weeks in to the contest, I don't think it will be mine. What I do care about though is giving the contest my best try. If at the end of this all, I've only lost 30 pounds compared to their 60, who cares? I will still be a winner. My biggest hope is that I will be able to not only physically feel better, I will feel emotionally better too. That, for me, will be the biggest prize of all.
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