This is perhaps the ONLY time in which I would like to be called “the biggest loser”. It all started a day in December when I stepped on the scale and nearly had a heart attack on the spot! What the heck????!!!! I do realize that I gave myself a little down time after show season ended, and over the holidays……but COME ON! It was then and there that I decided I needed to have a serious change in something before I turned into the Pillsbury Dough Girl. DANG!
I roped Jeff into starting our very own “biggest loser” contest on January 1st. The prize for the person who loses the biggest percentage of weight, as of March 1st, is a weekend away from home doing whatever he/she wants to do while the other one stays home with the kids. Sounds like a plan to me. So it began on January 1st with our first official “weigh in’. I was disgusted with myself to say the least. So began week #1 of the biggest loser.
I started running, eating less, drinking NO MOUNTAIN DEW, and got back in the saddle after a few weeks off. Jeff and I were actually starting to train for a half marathon together. It was after a 3 mile trail run last week that he fractured a bone in his foot. There went his running, his half marathon, his basketball season, our manure path engineer, and so on. But it did give me a slight upper hand on the whole weight loss thing………or so I thought. Even with his foot in a boot, and being able to do a slightly modified version of pilates as his only exercise, he still lost 6 pounds in week one. Nice. I worked my butt off (literally), ate very little, drank a lot of water, and NO MOUNTAIN DEW, and lost 5 pounds. I was actually pretty happy with that, and now the second week begins.