I’M A FINALIST!!!!
Final 15, to be exact. Interviews are next week and I should hear shortly thereafter since the contest starts late January or early February.
I am still having trouble believing it. When I read the e-mail, I started shrieking like I’d won the lottery. And, IF I get it, that’s truly how I’d feel. Getting my health and my life back (well, actually I’ve never been thin, so “back” doesn’t apply here) would be as incredible as hitting the jackpot.
The funny thing is that as an eight-year-old kid, I’d read the newspaper and every day and tell my parents that they’d see my name in the Daily Herald someday because I wanted to be a journalist more than anything. I didn’t become a journalist (I crossed over to the dark side–PR–instead), but maybe, just maybe, my parents WILL see my name in that paper.
(Never mind that they’d also be seeing my WEIGHT in the paper…)
I truly feel like I’m prepping for an interview for my dream job. Despite my shame at my weight and my slight fear of being pushed until I puke, a la Jillian Michaels, I SO want this. But I am promising to myself here and now that I will be a loser this year. If it’s the Fittest Loser, all the better. But I am committed to this and I’m making it happen.
Here’s a story about last year’s Fittest Loser winner, who lost 47 pounds in the 2010 contest. Pretty impressive for 12 weeks! And pretty freaking amazing that I could be 40+ pounds lighter about 14 weeks from now. At that rate, I’d not only fit in my bridesmaid dress, but have to buy a smaller one–and that’s just fine with me!