I have never competed in a weight loss challenge. I have seen some on Twitter, the ones that had to do with primal eating and I have seen some on the Weight Watchers message boards, but I never partook in any of them. Mostly because I know myself, and a simple challenge isn’t going to motivate me. “Winning” isn’t enough motivation for me, there has to be something tangible to motivate this rockstar and her ghetto booty.
And then yesterday I was introduced, through a stream of tweets from my twitter friends, about a handy little site called Fatbet. The humor alone on that site had me hooked from the start. And then everyone’s favorite Grokstar created a challenge. The Twitter Bitches challenge. And although the cash is a HUGE motivator, it is the penalty for losing that will keep the chocolate milkshakes and french-fries out of my piehole. If you don’t make it to your goal by November 30th, you have to wear a hideous holiday sweater, OUT IN PUBLIC, or, heaven forbid, TO A PARTY! For any of you that know me, you know that this would be TRAGIC! Even when I was an elementary school teacher, holiday sweaters of all kinds were banned from my wardrobe. Me wearing a holiday sweater means that hell has frozen over, or I lost this bet, which I vehemently refuse to do.
So, I have 90 days to lose 13.4 pounds. Considering how slowly I have been losing weight this time around, that is quite an ambitious goal. But mark my words, I will be successful. What a great birthday present that will be to myself too, making it to that goal before my birthday. And if all goes as planned, there may also be a mini Twitter Bitches Fatbet reunion in Florida, providing the weight loss mission has been achieved. And that my friends is why the gym and I are going to become BFFs. I have signed up for this challenge, I have paid my entrance fee, and now I am going to grokout!
