Six days and counting people. Can you believe it??? Did you think Jan 2 would be upon us so fast back when I posted this? I've noticed a few of you have mentioned the challenge (along with calling me and Zgirl bitches) in your posts. Yeah well, it's a good damn thing I have tough skin because you are all a bunch of unforgiving bitches when forced to give up your twinkies and comfort food.
Aunt Juicebox has a great post up about the blahs which made me chuckle. Spaghetti over at Spaghetti and Bagels lets it all hang out and has actually posted a pic of her trouble spots, thereby becoming my new hero because damn girl who has the balls to do that?!?! Kat over at Happy Hour writes about joining the bandwagon though she seems to believe she's going to fall off just as quickly and she hops on. These are just a few fantabulous women who are PSYCHED about our challenge.
So I'm thinking (which tends to get me in a shitload of trouble), what's a challenge without a prize? About as much fun as sex when all you want to do is sleep!!! So we need a prize, and here is where my thought train is going. We have all these fabulous people joining this crazy challenge from all points of the compass. So I suggest each person that signs on also commits to sending the winner a little token of congrats from their respective corners of the world. Nothing expensive, nothing that will get you arrested for sending it to Canada (because you know I'm going to win, right?). Just think, if one of you crazy gals wins the challenge, you'll have goodies arriving from all over the world in your mail. Actual stuff arriving by post is tres exciting because NOTHING good arrives by mail anymore. And the winner has to commit to taking pics of all the goodies and sharing them with the blog world. Please feel free to tell me if you think this idea is batshit crazy.
So how do we know who wins? Well that's where my uber organizational skills come in (shutyourface I am so organized). I'm going to post a Mister Widget thing at the end of this post so you can sign up. You also need to grab Zgirls fabulous button over at the Think Tank so everyone knows you've signed up. Once you sign up, put up a post and tell us what your goals are and how you hope to accomplish them. Each Wednesday I (or Zgirl if I'm in hospital due to my attempt to run the minute mile) will do a "Lost It Bitch" post where we'll regale you with our awesomeness. I typed that with a straight face. I'll put the linky thing at the bottom of my post so that you can let everyone know you have a new post up too!
As for pounds lost, I think the only fair way to determine a winner is to go by % of body weight lost rather than pounds. So if you're 130 and want to lose 10 pounds (you should just eat a fucking twinkie and shut up) and you lose those 10 pounds than you'll have lost 7.5% of your body weight, I know I have mad math skillz. This makes it fair for for everyone. Thoughts?
If you've read the post that started this ball rolling, you know that I went from a size 14 to a size 5 about four years ago. It was hard freakin wo rkand worth every second of it. If you don't believe another word I type believe this -- There is no other feeling in the world like slipping into a pair of pants NINE SIZES SMALLER than what you have worn for alot of your adult life. Depending upon how much weight you have to lose, people will start noticing it after the first 10 pounds are off...they'll start asking you, "Are you losing weight?" You of course will than do the happy dance and shout, "You bet your sweet ass I am, would you like to have sex with me now for noticing?" I shit you not, you will be THAT grateful...
Not to get all sappy and shit, but I know you guys can do this. Yes, you'll screw up and go for days without exercising, you'll slip and inhale a big mac for supper. The important thing is not to let the screw ups beat you. It's a screw up...curse about it, blog about it and forget about it. There will be days you'll think, "Dual Mom's a bitch and I am so deleting her from my blog roll". Don't do it. You have a whole internet full of people cheering for you. Remember that. When the successes come, and they will, we'll be hooting for you from our collective couches. And I'll be hooting the loudest, for each and every one of you!