Well, we’re two weeks into the 10 Pound Race 2.0, and the results are in. Here’s where we are so far.
Well, we’ve decided to do it again. Last year MR and I engaged in a friendly little weight-loss competition ahead of our holiday in Thailand. We raced to see who could lose 10 pounds the quickest and found great success. Sure, it took us an embarrassing 103 days to do it because we basically kept losing the last two pounds every week and then gaining them back every single weekend (thanks to booze, carbs and fun). But we did it, and that’s what matters. What does not matter is who won. (Me.)
Total score: -10.5
Well, we have officially passed the 100-day mark. Also known as the point in which this friendly competition – that was meant to be fun and last about six weeks – has turned into a somewhat sad and discouraging account of one reasonably fit couple’s weekly loss and gain of the same bloody two pounds.
Let’s just start things off by saying: Yahoo! For weeks I was kind of just going up and down , losing a bit of weight on the weekdays and then gaining it back on the weekends. And then this week the numbers started to drop. I’m now just one teeny tiny pound away from winning The 10 Pound Race. (Maybe if I can do it in less than 80 days I can be slightly less embarrassed about how stupidly long it’s taken.)
A love letter to Zoodles…
I’ve discovered a new diet food that has pretty much changed everything. Yes, I realise that sounds dramatic. I also realise that I may not be in a position to give trustworthy diet advice. If you’ve been following the 10 Pound Race, you’re probably thinking: “Wow, 72 days and you still haven’t lost 10 pounds? Channing Tatum could have lost 10 lbs 1,264 times by now.”
Well, let’s just get this out of the way: I officially failed at updating the blog during the month of December. Blame it on the shopping, the crazy work schedule, the Christmas parties, the travelling and the drinking of all of the booze. But I somehow let it slip off my radar. (Though I have been pretty diligently updating my Instagram account, so at least that’s something!)
Let’s start off with total honesty. This post is being published on Day 31, but it is actually an update from Saturday, which was Day 29. Now that may sound like a shameful betrayal of truth and accuracy, but I do have a justifiable reason. Because we were working on Thursday, we celebrated Thanksgiving (or Friendsgiving) on Saturday night. And no well-respected American (or Briton married to an American) should ever be forced to subject themselves to a weigh-in immediately following a Thanksgiving feast. (At least give me a day to wash and fold my Thanksgiving pants!)
Total Score: -3
Now this is more like it! In the past week I’ve lost 3 pounds and I’m starting to get into my healthy groove. I went to spinning on Monday morning (yes, I finally forced myself to get out of of bed for a 7am class!), and it really set me on the right track for the rest of the week.
Total Score: -0
Well… things have taken a turn for the worse.
After my confidence-boosting weigh-in on Wednesday morning, I proceeded to drink and eat my face off for the rest of the week. My client lunch on Wednesday featured that heady combination of food and booze that is both abundant and free. I noshed on absolutely delicious sushi from Chotto Matte and consumed more than a bottle’s worth (yes, just for me) of Sauvignon Blanc – and that pretty much set the tone for the rest of the week.