Friday I went to weigh in at work, and the person in charge of the Biggest Loser competition handed me back my $5 entry fee. She said I and one other person were the only two contestants left, so she was returning everyone’s money (and with only two more weigh-ins to go).
I’m very disappointed about the contest, and I won’t go into detail about all the reasons, but the bottom line for me is that I’ll have to compete with myself now.
It’s kind of funny – I was recently pondering how I would do once the contest was over, especially if the other contestants didn’t want to re-up for a third go-round. But I didn’t dream I would be thrown to the wolves two weeks early! I thought I would have more time to shore up my resolve and come up with a game plan. I guess you’ve always got to be prepared for what life throws at you.
I’ve gotten a lot out of the competition (since I finally got serious about it). It has helped keep me accountable. Now I will have to be creative in making myself stick to my fitness program.
If Monday morning’s MRI reveals that I need a course of treatment (or surgery) on my knee that will end my illustrious running career, losing weight is going to be even more of a challenge. I really burn a lot of calories when I run, and the competition at work has helped me stay motivated to keep moving.
I’m going to e-mail a handful of thin women in my department at work to see if they would mind getting a weekly Friday morning update reporting my weight. I think they will be fine with it. (For the record, my current weight is 185; that’s a 21.4-pound loss since early February. Woohoo!)
So the game has changed, and we’ll see how things go when I don’t have a weekly contest to keep me motivated. It’s up to me now.
And, really, it was always up to me.