On February 1st I joined several other people from across the country who are competing with each other to see who can lose the most weight in six weeks. A friend of mine, The Professional Mother, organized the whole event (The Fat Olympics) for us because she's tired of having fat friends. Just kidding...she organized it because we all need support and what better way to get that than to throw a bit of friendly competition into the mix? It's not really all about "friends" though. I'm in it for the money.
The first few days have been rough for me. Yesterday we, along with the rest of the country, were snowed into our home. I believe it was pure boredom that prompted my wonderful husband to make homemade chocolate chip cookies. How selfish of him. And then, I planned a long workout during Rachel's afternoon nap....which was a whole 40 minutes. Come on! Why does the universe hate me?!
Either way, our first official weigh-in is tomorrow and already I'm jealous of my fellow competitors. I'm pretty sure they have all been eating nothing but celery and running for the last 48 hours so they're WAY ahead of me.
Maybe I'll get lucky and they'll all be in the same boat as me. Let's hope so.