Two weeks ago, my workplace started a weight-loss competition. It’s our office versus another office, and it’s based on percentage of weight lost. The competition lasts for three months total. The winning office gets a cookout–which, isn’t that fucking hysterical?–and the top performer from each office wins $500.
Five. Hundred. Fucking. Dollars. Yes, please.
To claim this magnificent prize, and get closer to TM status, I’ve become much more hardcore with calorie tracking. I’ve switched from The Daily Plate to MyFitnessPal, mainly because of the interface. And by interface, I mean HOW AWESOME IS THAT BARCODE SCANNER TO ADD FOOD, AMIRITE?!
Ahem…I’m also looking for a C25K app so I can get my digital run on and track my progress. I figure I should harness the motivation to track calories, and transfer some of it to building up my running endurance.
The only downside to this whole competition thing is that I have to weigh myself once a week. I’m not really a big fan of the scale, as it makes me start playing the numbers game in my head. I’m even particular about which scale I weight myself on–the gym I’m a member of has three locations, and I sincerely believe that two of them hire a leprechaun to stand on the scale behind you when you get on. On the plus side, I’ve actually lost ten pounds in the last two weeks, which is more than I’d done in the past couple months of training. That timeframe includes a trip back home, where I usually eat like shit. I don’t believe I can keep that level of progress up–that’d be 20 pounds a month, which isn’t healthy–but I believe I can keep my weight trending down.
I’ll try to keep you posted on the competition. And if I win the grand prize, I’ll be sure to gloat and boast and brag a bunch in a special post.
Keep workin’, Mudder Lovers.