A couple of months ago I joined a weigh loss competition with some friends online. The incentive to win this contest? Money.
Now those of you who know me, you know I love money. Really, who doesn't love money? More importantly I hate losing money (and not getting something for it) So I figured this would be the kick in the ass I needed - I had to pay $20 to join the competition. The final pot - $560. And all I have to do to win my share of that $560 is lose 10% of my body weight.
Shouldn't be that hard right?
See, in order to lose weight you need to make an effort - you can't will it off. If you could everyone would be skinny, I'm certain of it. And yet my love affair with food was proving to be stronger than my love affair with money. I wasn't losing weight and in fact, I was starting to gain again.
Until one day I decided I was done being the fat girl. I want to feel good about myself again.
So I started making better food choices. I started eating smaller portions. I started running.
As part of the competition I am supposed to weigh in every Saturday morning. For the past two Saturday's I've weighed in and my weight has been exactly the same. Can we say discouraged? Yeah, and then some. I felt like shit. I'm eating right, I'm running my ass off (I'm on day three of week three for my C25K) and I'm not losing any weight. AND - the scale at the gym (a balance scale like at the Dr's office) says I weigh 3.5 lbs MORE than the digital scale at home!)
Then I measured myself.
I've lost 2.5 inches on my hips. That means my hips and ass are getting smaller (sorry Grandma - I love you but I don't want to inherit that from you - I'd rather have your long life genes - Grandma was 93 when she died)
I've lost 2 inches on my waist.
I don't know how much I lost on my bust (I forgot to write down the initial measurement and I don't know how well a loss will reflect on that since one of the boobs will never ever get smaller - being fake and all)
This morning I put on a pair of work pants that I've not worn too often in the last little while and not only were they not tight - they were loose. LOOSE!!
I've only got 2 months left of my competition. I'm not sure if I'll win my share of the $560 but I'm losing inches....I'm getting smaller.....and that is okay with me!!