Well, I am on week 2 of the Biggest Loser contest here at work. I am not only determined to do this for the coin, but I am tired of avoiding the camera. Every picture of myself in the last 5 months reminds me that I was on the right track right after I had Hannah, but then completely f-ed up. 2 weeks after I had her, I was within 2 pounds of my pre-pregnancy weight. When I weighed in last Monday, I had GAINED 8 pounds and was at the heaviest in my life when not pregnant. Absolutely ridiculous!! I deserve to feel better and look better. What doesn't help is that Shane has lost about 12 pounds in the same amount of time...ain't that some BS. I don't want us to be the skinny guy with the fat assed wife.
So this is what I am tired of:
- my stomach resembling raw biscuit dough
- double digit jeans
- three chins
- feeling tired
- the bad parts of my body jiggling while the parts that should jiggle don't!!
- my legs causing so much friction when I walk, that I nearly start a fire
This is what I want to become:
- Shane's hot wife
- the skinny sister
- crazy active
- a gym rat (again)
- wearer of bikini
- my age plus 100#
Even if I don't win the contest, I still want to meet my goal. No, I need to meet my goal. So here I am, eating my wallpaper paste (oatmeal) and half grapefruit, anticipating going to the gym at lunch with my buddy Nicole, all to make MYSELF happy...no one else.
Week 1 loss: 4.4 pounds
1 comment:
don't worry. I have actually burned down forests with the fires I've set with the friction in between my thighs.
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