The Biggest Loser and Road Food
Thursday, March 19, 2015
They have a ‘biggest loser’ competition at work. Whoever loses the highest percentage of weight gets to start spring break with an extra $250.00. Now, I’m literally working my butt off (this time the word ‘literally’ actually means ‘literally’) and have been since the New Year. I only decided to join because it seemed like a good way to share some fellowship with my colleagues but I am finding myself thinking about some unhealthy temporary solutions to get every last pound. Think wrestling team about twenty years ago and you’ll get the idea. All along, I haven’t bothered to change into gym clothes for the weigh in because the progress reports are for me to see where I stand but everyone else is doing it. Also, I hear about people starving themselves temporarily for the final days before the weigh in (not an option for me medically speaking), I hear about people getting laxatives and wearing sweat suits, running or biking several miles before work and immediately weighing in. There is even a guy who carries a bottle around and discretely spits into it to lose that extra water weight. So far, I’ve been good. So far, I am doing it the right way. I slip up. I eat a piece of pizza in a moment of weakness now and then and I’m getting better at not being guilty about it. I just wonder if doing all that stuff is really worth the cash.
Also, this weekend is going to be one of those road warrior weekends. I will be challenged by the boredom and poor choices in food that accompany the interstate system in the north east US. I have been planning a day trip from the Philly area to Syracuse, NY for some time. I leave after work and will come home tomorrow afternoon. But if the million McDonalds restaurants on the way aren’t temptation enough, I will turn around and spend Saturday in Maryland (about an hour and a half from home) I 95 between here and there has about 400 fast food restaurants you can see from the road. If I have one of those moments of weakness this weekend, I doubt my body will be able to recover before final weigh in day on Tuesday.
Oh well, it’s not like the fate of the universe rides on my will power.
and one more joke (remember, I’m not actually funny before you read this…)
Dieter says… Man… I feel so bad. I had three eggs for breakfast.
Friend encourages… That’s not so bad. What were they, scrambled, fried, poached?
Dieter says… Cadbury.