I signed up for this contest at work… called the Turkey Buster Challenge. It started the Monday before Thanksgiving. Basically, I figured that it couldn’t have come at a better time. I’m in the middle of my journey here, ya know? I mean, next year, I won’t need to join any contest, I’ll already be at goal! So, this contest should be mine to win, right? (talk about a positive attitude). Well, I’m a bit competitive. A bit? Well, ALOT. It’s distracting, actually. It’s ALOT distracting. I’m kind of going a bit nuts.
First, it’s a FAIR contest. Meaning, they are basing the win on percentage. Uggh! I’m HUGE! Well, LESS huge than I WAS, but come on now! I am still the largest person in the contest. I think I started the contest at 281.4 lbs on November 26, 2012. Before New Years, I weighed in at 254.5, but as of this morning, I was 257.5 and I do NOT KNOW WHY! I have been exercising my butt off! I ate cookies on New Years, but I did NOT eat 6 lbs of them (yes, I was higher, but lost some)… and I have been TRYING to get back down to at least the 254.5 ever since. I had actually wanted to be even less than the 254.5 for the final weigh in of tomorrow and well, I haven’t a clue if that’s even possible at this point, however, with all the workouts I’ve done (food has totally be ON POINT). I mean, I feel that one morning, I’m probably going to drop 10 lbs! Seriously! (probably the day AFTER the final weigh in)
Anyway, the mystery of being a woman and the water weight or whatever mystery thing that goes on inside us that I just can NOT explain. I’m all about the numbers. Take in less calories, burn off more calories… I know my BMR. I mean, I know the math… I know what should be happening. It’s not happening. It’s going to happen. I truly will be gutted if I don’t win this contest… and it’s not even for the prize (which I’m not even privy to. It’s probably a $10 donut gift card… REALLY!)… I just feel that this is MY YEAR. Ya know? I mean, I’ve lost a PERSON, practically… shouldn’t I win a weight loss contest with all that going on in my life?
I know it’s not about the win… My competitive nature… it’s an illness… lol I can’t wait for this contest to be over. I don’t think I’ll sign up for any more contests… At least until I hear of another that falls before I hit my goal… I mean, it is MY YEAR, right?