Biggest Loser

Allan and I are both entered in a biggest loser competition at work, battling it out with 8 of our coworkers for a $600 prize. So far Chin, our friend Paul, and a guy at the other location who we’ve never met have been dominating, while Allan and I slowly but surely shed a little bit each week. Last Tuesday I weighed in at 0.2 lbs down from the previous week, and I decided it was time to get serious. I found my training shoes (pictured above) and my trusty hot pink Lululemon tank-top which is basically the only thing I can comfortably work out in (although it was depressing to see how much fatter I looked in it than last time I’d gone to the gym) and went down to the crappy apartment building communal gym. I worked my butt off for four days, sometimes with Jill and sometimes with Allan, and then I got sick and didn’t go all weekend. It was Thanksgiving weekend, so my diet was on hold; I ate something like 4 slices of pie, some ice cream, and a ton of turkey and potatos (slathered in gravy, of course). I went into Tuesday’s weigh-in very nervously.

But alas, Thanksgiving was harder on my coworkers than on me. For the first time, I was the week’s biggest loser, with a solid 2-pound drop even after all the pie. And I’m happy to rub it in around the boys

Wish me luck for another week!