Oh. My. Goodness. I’m doing this Biggest Loser competition at work and I HATE IT! And I hate my wife even more! She’s making me win! I’m down maybe 7.5 pounds in the past three weeks and … urrrrgggghhhh, this is killing me! I mean, it’s great, because I’ve wanted to lose weight for a while, but. Stop. Now!
I’ve always hovered right around 203 since I ran my first marathon six years ago. Even as I’ve gotten faster and fitter, I’ve stayed right there, never really leaving the 198-208 window. I know I could lose a little bit of garbage weight and not look scrawny. I’d be pretty fast at 190 — every pound is supposed to be two seconds per mile and I’d love to run 12 pounds lighter than when I ran my PR marathon last year at 202. Heck, I’d love to weigh 185. 6-1 (or 6-2, depending on my shoes), 185, that’s not too skinny, right? I haven’t been able to get there, but I haven’t really cared.
My attitude has always been that if I’m going to run 10 or 12 miles in the morning, I’ll eat as many cookies as I want. But now that it’s a competition, I want to win. And Tiff wants me to win even more. I’m not sure if it’s because she thinks I’d look better minus a sack of potatoes or if she wants me to win the prize, although I’m pretty sure it’s both.
She’s competing vicariously through me and somebody needs to shoot me! Or her!
Last night, I was texting a friend, having a serious conversation, and I wrote, in response to nothing, …
“I want to eat a couch!”
Arrrggghh! I want a leather one! There might be beef on the the inside!
On Sunday we were at church and they had chocolate chip cookies, like little generic Chips Ahoy thingies, and I took two! And then I caught the evil eye. Oh those “woman” creatures are miserable, evil beings. On Sunday, she was going to make me dinner and asked me what I wanted.
Mmmmm, dinner! A quesadilla!
No, actually, it ended up being a spinach omelette. C’mon, Tiff, hook a fella up!
Last night for dinner, she made these incredible burritos. Steak, beans, a little bit of cheese, Tapatio (because everything is better with Tapatio!) and a little bit of guacamole. Mmmmm, fantastic. Oh I love those burritos. I finished it in about three bites. And then I asked if I could have seconds. As if!
So I snuck a handful of tortilla chips later on while she was upstairs. Don’t tell her. Although I bet she reads this and makes me eat ice.
I went into the fridge and grabbed a slice of turkey deli meat. She says turkey is a good snack for me at night — no carbs, plus whatever it is in the turkey will help me sleep. She caught me snagging it and told me, “you better not be eating carbs!” Phew, almost busted. Glad I made the right choice.
And then I wanted a snack last night. This is when it’s normally ice cream time. I ate ice cream 166 consecutive days in 2010. Oh how I love ice cream. I’d almost marry ice cream, but I don’t think I could pick one flavor. I opened up the freezer and looked in. The light went on, like a glow from heaven. And there it was.
Fun Munch Cookies and Cream. Oh, punch me in the stomach now! Oh that’s the best stuff. I stared at the box for 20 seconds. So beautiful, so cold. I picked it up just to feel how heavy it was, how much ice cream was left. It was pretty light, which makes me feel good since it’s obviously being eaten. Who wants ice cream to go to waste?
But I set it down. Went back to the fridge. Grabbed me a pickle. I like pickles. They’re really good. But like I told my friend, …
“I want to eat a couch!”
But, I’m down to 199.5 from 207. I think, something like that. I’m moving in the right direction and even more than that, I’m feeling like I’m starting to get my groove back a little bit with my running. I want to get light and fast this summer and burn through my shoes during my next marathon on September 1. I’m moving in the right direction with the weight. But man, this is a killer!
Oh well, three more weeks of this contest. 10 more weeks until the race. And then bring on the quesadilla … and I’m having seconds!
Have you ever participated in a weight loss contest? Will you make a quesadilla and sneak it to me?
Lonnie says
6’2″ 185 is kinda skinny – but it all depends on your goals and if you’re a smaller frame, you can pull off 185. I got down to 190, and at 6’1″ I looked sickly and underweight.
Amy says
If I make a quesadilla, I will be eating it far before it has a chance to make it to you!
Also, just be glad that it comes off as fast for you as it is. You don’t even want to know what most women would have to go through to lose that amount of weight. There wouldn’t even be FIRSTS of that burrito.