Wednesday, May 29, 2013
On January 7th of this year I entered into the Biggest Loser competition at work. Determined to do something this time (I only lost a few pounds the last time we did it), I stuck to good eating habits and tried hard. I have a bad habit of plateauing so I wasn't feeling overly confident over the last 20 weeks so I didn't always weigh in for the weekly appointments. Our school nurse oversaw the program and I know I had some pretty intense competition.
The morning of the final weigh in (last Friday - 5/24), I had a conversation with our nurse. I told her that no matter what, I knew that I had won because I was continuing to work on my health and being healthier. (I also told her that the night before my daughter and I weighed clothes to see what would be the lightest, just in case I needed the extra help.)
Long story short....I won! I was the Biggest Loser! Out of 14 people, I had lost the most weight. (15 lbs in those 20 weeks) I cannot tell you how awesome that felt. It simply reminded me that I had done a good job and I have a right to be proud of it. Then I rewarded myself with a 2-bite square of corn bread at lunch. The taste of victory (and the $110 I won) were simply incredible.