I have a new goal.
Well, it's actually about a month old, but I've been too chickenshit to write it on the blog.
See, with the Challenge over, I need something to keep me moving.
I need something to keep me progressing.
I worked out a whole year before this last challenge. I saw some pretty good results. Slowly but surely, the weight was coming off. Six months after my last baby was born -- June, 2008 --I went to the doctor and stepped on the scale.
It said X98.
I am going to pretend that you have no idea which integer the X represents. I know that you know that it's a whole number between 1 and 3, but you are too polite to notice. Thanks. I appreciate it. You know how Kirstie Alley lost a bunch of weight after dancing with the stars and told everyone she was 105 when she was really more like 140? I totally get that.
When I started working out with V Fit in July 2010 I was at X77. In 2 years, I dropped 21 lbs.
By the time the last challenge started, I was down to X59. In 1 year of working out harder than I ever have in my life, I was down 18 lbs.
More importantly, of course, I had dropped blood pressure significantly, stabilized my blood sugar and was no longer considered pre-diabetic. I was also very strong and people started telling me how great I looked.
To some people, 18 lbs sounds like a lot of weight. For me, it was less than 10% of my total body weight.
When we started 2011's challenge, I wanted to have an impact. I wanted to win dammit!
So I went to weightfuckingwatchers and worked out harder than before.
Ninety days after the challenge, I was at X44. I had lost 15 lbs.
Amazing the difference those annoying little 15 lbs made.
My clothes, which were getting baggy, simply did not fit anymore. People who hadn't seen me in a long time really noticed a difference. One friend thought I lost 100 lbs. He wasn't trying to flatter me -- he's not that great a friend.
The fact is, since I'd seen him almost 4 years ago, I had lost 54 lbs.
But now the challenge is over.
And I want to keep it up.
Not the weightfuckingwatchers part. I'll be honest -- I quit WFW about a month after I started. Because I hate it. (Have I mentioned that before?). I hated giving them $13 every week just so I could step on their fucking scales. So I decided to step on my OWN fucking scale and pay myself $10. I call it Date Watchers because when I meet my goal, we're getting a babysitter.
I do like the concept of losing 15 lbs though.
I like it kinda a lot.
But the thing is, I don't have a very public competition to motivate me.
Here is the new goal:
By 2/1/12, I will be down to at least 229 by working out 5 or more times a week and eating at least 7 servings of fruits and vegetables a day.
I did it. I said the number.
Now everyone knows what I weigh.
I know you knew it already, but jeez. Seeing it in writing, it looks so. . . .big.
Big in that 229 is still a big number.
But 15 lbs is even bigger.