As I’ve mentioned before, I am (still!) in last place in the Fittest Loser contest. I have beaten my personal goal of at least 36 pounds in 11 weeks, but I’m at the back of the pack nonetheless.
I am okay with that and would be content to have another decent weigh-in this week, with another two-pound loss. However, I know all of the trainers have tricks up their sleeves for their contestants during these final days, so I can’t in good conscience not follow my trainer’s tricks. It would look like she didn’t work me as hard, and that is not the case.
And so, I am doing a cleanse. It lasts for three days and the guide promises a loss of three to nine pounds. I’m hoping for the middle range. This is too much work to only lose three, but I’d rather not lose nine because I’d cry when I gained it all back.
The whole “gaining it back” thing is the reason I hate cleanses and other gimmicks. If I lose significant weight, it will all be water weight, and the majority of it will fly right back on these hips. That is very depressing to me.
It’s especially disheartening because I was planning to return to Weight Watchers this Saturday, right after my final Fittest Loser weigh-in. But if I’ve lost nine pounds due to a cleanse, I’ll face a massive gain on the Weight Watchers scale the following week. That is NOT the way I want to start a weight loss program.
So, my plan is to go to the meeting on Saturday and not weigh in. I’ll weigh in the following Saturday when everything has stabilized. I can’t skip the meeting this weekend because I’m in a near panic about going from a very structured program to being accountable only to myself. I am not very good with the whole self-accountability thing.
I’ve also put in place some other mechanisms to help me: this blog, for example, as well as two weight loss buddies, Sara, from Sara–Losing It, and Sarah, John’s long-time friend from Florida, whom I’ve bonded with over Facebook since we’re both participating in 5Ks and doing Weight Watchers.
The biggest hurdle will be avoiding restaurants. Jon and I love going out to eat. My coworkers and I enjoy going out to lunch. Social events center on food and drinks…it’s really hard to avoid, and I frankly don’t want to avoid it. So, I will continue to pull a Sally (as in When Harry Met) and custom order every last thing. I promise I will leave my server a big tip.
Two full days and this is all over. In some ways, it feels like it just started; in others, it feels like I’ve been on this program forever. All I know is that it’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me and I vow to keep working hard so that it wasn’t in vain.