For the Fame, Fortune, and Bragging Rights

Well, I entered into a weight loss contest with my brothers. So, I won't be posting my weight until we have our next weigh in. I want to keep the element of surprise. I have tried other competitions, and haven't really gotten into them. I have a feeling this one will be different.

The prize at the end is Texas Roadhouse. Such bitter sweet irony. Work hard to lose weight so that you can win a dinner at a place that can instantly harden your arteries.The dinner will be nice, but bragging rights against your brothers is tough to beat. So, my starting weight will be 225 and I will post the results of the next weigh in.

Is No Loss Considered A Victory?

This week, I felt like I was on a seesaw. I was under, I was the same, I was over. "Okay fat cells, the parties over. Make up your mind!" In the end, I came in at exactly the same weight as last week. A not so svelte 225. And so, week 2 begins where week 1 left off. I shall charge back into the weight loss battle and see how this week fairs.

Where Discipline Meets Desire

Well, like many, I have found that crossing the line between discipline and desire does not bode well for weight loss. For instance, discipline tells me that I shouldn't eat Heather's peanut butter cup cookies if I want to lose weight. Desire tells me that just one won't hurt. Well, 1/2 a dozen later, after desire easily defeated descipline, I realize that just one does hurt.

So, the weekend didn't fair well for me. We had our Father's and Son's outing and there wasn't an abundance of point friendly nutrition from which to partake. We had a good time, but a good time almost always yields consequences. In this case, it was the addition of one more pound nicely centered around my midsection.

I will have to work extra hard the next 3 days in order to show a loss for the week. Looks like vegetables and hunger pains will be my new best friend.

And So It Begins . . .

Well, I've decided that it's time to get serious about losing weight. After years of successfully beating anorexia, I figure it's time to make a change. I've also realized that when our church leaders council us to have a year's supply, they don't mean hanging around your waist.

So, my darling daughter has helped me set up this blog so that I may share the torturous journey to cellulite freedom. When I weighed in this morning, I was at the healthy, well-fed weight of 225. My goal is to top the scales at a sleek 180.

I am going to be using the tried and true methods of Weight Watchers. From now on, when I look at food all I see is points. And so it begins . . .