There comes a point when you just say: not anymore
And for me, that day was yesterday.
For months now, I have been lazy. I am eating food that I know is terrible for me. I have not worked out in such a long time. And now, my once-magically-fabulous metabolism that allowed me to do that and not gain too much weight has said “I quit.” Yesterday morning I had to try on several outfits before I found clothes that weren’t too tight. And I stepped on the scale, and that number was one I had never seen before (and one that I would need to work up the courage to share with the blog world at large). Last night, I played a game of Kinect Sports with my staff, and I was winded after 1 round.
I mean, come on! I ran a freaking marathon a little over a year ago. I was in kick-ass P90X shape before the wedding. And none of my favorite, most beautiful clothes fit me! What am I doing to myself?!
And so, last night, I said, “Not Anymore.”
So, D and I have made a bet, since we both kind of reached our respective rock bottom health points.
Start Date: Feb 9th, 2011
End Date: June 19, 2011 (our 1st anniversary)
We have each set weight loss goals to meet by our anniversary.
My goal is to lose 20 lbs.
There is a pre-determined amount of money set on this. For blogging purposes, let’s say it’s $100.
If we both meet our weight loss goals, we each put forth $100 toward a fabulous anniversary mini-vacation.
If one of us meets the goal, but the other does not, the loser must buy the winner an awesome prize valued at $100.
If neither of us meet our goal weight, we will both be forced to donate $100 to an organization that we oppose (ie- A Republican would have to donate money to a Democratic campaign, or someone who is pro-choice would have to donate to a pro-life organization, etc)
It starts today.