Once, in a time not too long ago I had this weight loss thing under control. Each week I would track my calories, work out and avoid temptations to let me step on the scale and see a loss the majority of the time.
This hasn't been the case since October.
For 5 stinking months I've ridden the weight loss roller coaster. I've been running in circles losing 2 lbs, then gaining 3 lbs, then losing 4 lbs, and so on and so on. It's gotten exhausting.
Then I realized I ate out every day last week, sometimes twice a day, and I knew it had to stop.
Enter my roommate, KG, who extended a challenge.
A challenge that no 5-foot 4-inch, one hundred and something pound person in their right mind would extend to a 6-foot, two hundred and forty pound person.
A challenge to see who can lose the highest percentage of weight loss in the next 7 weeks leading up to our half marathon on April 28th.
The loser pays the price of buying a gluttonous meal (because what weight loss competition isn't rewarded with food? duh.) complete with an onion ring tower. And the winner gets full house-bragging rights.
I'm starting at 246.2 and KG, well she won't let me post her weight on the internet, but I can affirm she is in the 100s...somewhere. Each week I will post our percentage of weight loss so you can keep up with who's ahead, but the overall winner won't be decided until April 27th.
The shit talking has already started...