The biggest loser…….let’s hope that’s me!

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.

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