My gym started a 60-day challenge, and I debated joining, talked myself out of it more than once, then finally bit the bullet and paid the $20 fee (hey, at the very least I will get a t-shirt out of the ordeal). The person who loses the highest percentage of body weight gets a cash prize, and runners-up get prizes like a free membership for a year or sessions with a personal trainer.
Last night I went to the gym to do my starting weigh-in and picture, which I’m sure won’t be gracing the cover of Vogue or Sports Illustrated anytime soon! I felt like I should slouch and make that pouty, miserable frown like in “before” pictures in those magazine advertisements, but I had just made a joke about mug shots, since I had to hold the paper with my name and starting weight on it, so I was laughing in my pictures.
So now I have 60 days to lose as much weight as humanly possible. I actually kind of like to eat, so starving myself is out (that’s a joke, as starving myself was never a viable option), so I suppose I need to fall back on increasing the intensity of my workouts. Once upon a time, when I was younger and had more energy, I used to work out twice a day, in the morning and again after work. I don’t see that happening, but it’s not a bad idea to double up maybe one or two days a week. It won’t kill me.
I like the idea of pushing myself over the next 60 days and using this challenge to stay motivated and on fire to keep dumping this weight. I don’t know if I have a snowball’s chance in hell of winning anything, but I will try my hardest!
Sweat & Sparkle 