Three food lovers whose culinary indulgences have compounded into pounds and pounds of burdensome flesh, gained over years of sedentary enjoyment of the finer things in life. You know, like bacon and donuts and stuff.
What:
A bet- whosoever that falls furthest from their body fat percentage goal on June 15 shall pay for a day of excellent eating in Los Angeles, starting at breakfast and ending with dessert after dinner. This is the most logical way to conclude an effort to become healthy: by gorging ourselves on crap.
When:
Now to June 15. 60 days in which to transform our lives from exercises in food ruled imprisonment to flat stomached freedom. Two months of workouts and salads and calorie counting and portioning. 8 weeks of feeling lighter and faster every day, of noticing the energy increases brought by becoming stronger, and realizing that it might just be possible to bring sexy back. Or at least uncover it somewhat from the blanket of pie and cake and mashed potatoes it has been hiding under.
Why:
Well duh. For the ladies. I guess for the two women in this little competition there might be some different reasoning. For me, it’s all about the chicks. And getting back into my 34 inch waist. And looking like the mannequin did in that shirt I just bought instead of looking like a marshmallow trying not to bulge out of it.
This contest is really an answer to a problem I have been having for a few years now. Every time I look in the mirror, I see two people. I see the athlete that I was, the confident and strong young man that spent hours every day thoroughly enjoying the physical demands of cardio-heavy sports. I also see the fatsuit he is wearing, the older sagbag that hides behind humor the growing disgust generated by his girth. The truth is, neither of these people exist any more. That athlete died with my first cigarette, and Mr. Cheeseburger McCupcake in the Michelin man suit is really just a creation based on weight related self-esteem.
The real dude in the mirror might just be strong and dedicated. He might be determined and brave and willing to sacrifice in order to achieve a goal. We shall see.
He may also just not let himself be beaten by anyone in any contest. Not Kristal or Katie, and most certainly not himself.
Enough third person. Imma go pick up a donut just so I can put it down and then feel better about myself for my willpower. The bet is on!!
Has anyone seen my toes?
I love what this whole contest has become. I also know that at the end of the journey we're embarking on, I am going to love what we all have become. Three sexy biotches!!!!
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