Eat the Competition! Well... not really!

Last night my roommate jumped on my scale and decided that she wanted to lose some weight too. Usually I get annoyed when "smaller" girls complain about their weight, but I knew her request was legit so I agreed. We decided to be accountability buddies and create a workout calendar and goal sheet for ten weeks. We are going to break down our total goal into small weekly goals. We will weigh in every Tuesday, then record the amount lost. My goal was much higher, since my overall goal is to lose 65 pounds. I have quickly learned that if you mention your weight loss goal to others, they look at you like you are crazy. But to much of your surprise, I am a lot heavier than I may appear. My goal weight is not skinny, but healthy and I know that it will be best for me.

Our charts and calendars are supposed to be for accountability and motivation, but of course my competitive spirit wants to turn it into a competition. Nothing is more satisfying than winning, knowing that you completely out did, out worked, and demolished the competition.

I plan to lose about 2.5 to 3 lbs a week. When you are creating goals it is important to make sure that they are measurable, ambitious, and attainable, and timely. This goes for any goal, not just weight loss, I am glad to say that mine are all of the above. We decided to create a 10 week plan, 26 lbs is my goal. The bigger you are the quicker they drop, so hopefully they fall fast!

I was reassured by my goals when I sat across from a woman at my training today that was talking about her high blood pressure medicine. Although my health at this point is fine ( and probably much better than some of my skinnier friends) she was not that much bigger than me. It is somewhat of a reality check when you see the damage that food can do to your body. There was also irony in the story that we were reading during this discussion about a woman who killed both of her husbands by feeding them to death. Scary, I know!

I am starting to see results already. I know that other people probably do not notice, but for the last year, you could say that I did a whole lot more eating than exercise, and I lost all of my tone and muscles. After a few kickboxing classes I can see the definition coming back. Although my body fails me a lot, I am lucky to have more testosterone than the average female, given my low register voice, competitiveness, and other things that will be kept private, but besides that it also gives me the ability to increase muscle mass much more easily. I have to be careful not to bulk up, but it only takes a few weeks to get my arms back looking right.

I am so excited about my new body, and hopefully the new attitude that comes along with it! Now its off to kickboxing.

Kick some ass this week,

Tiffany