June 5th, 2008

Subject : Finish line and bikers...
Posted Date: : Jun 5, 2008 6:11 PM

So, back at the begging of January, I made a bet with a co worker and entered into a weight loss competition.

We both agreed that the end date would be on JUNE 4th, PAY DAY!.

The bet: Who Could lose more weight (proportioned to their starting weight) would win $400 CASH.

So the race was on. 6 months. Lose more weight than your opponent.

Well, neither of us really jumped into it untill well into March, but we had been weighing in every week. My co worker lost 10 lbs in the second week, water weight, and I never caught up during the entire race.

So, over the last 2 weeks, I've been watching calorie intake, and working out like a mad man on crack. The last weekend before the end of the bet, I was into full weight cutting. I spent at least a good 11 hours in the gym between Monday and Tuesday, running, and sweating in the sauna.

In total, I cut 14 lbs.

So when the big day came, I was exausted and light headed

I hopped on the scale, final weigh in: 299lbs (last weigh in, 313 lbs)

Co Workers weigh in 253.

Total Loss of me: 31lbs (not much for 6 months I know)

Co workers Total Loss: 31lbs.

A TIE!

We tied.. of the million to one chances we both lost the same amount of weight.

So no one lost, but no one won. So I am not $400 poorer, but neither am I any richer.

Though, I did come out of it with a good amount of wight loss, something I really needed. Now under 300lbs, I am no longer Morbidly Obease, I'm now just a big fatty. My goal now it to get to about 250 lbs. Once there, start lifting and get rid of the fat and maybe build some muscle.

But I didnt think the fates were pointing in my direction, as the night before, after I arrived home from they gym, I parked across the street from my place. It was around 1am, no one on the street. At least thats what I thought. The second I open my door, BAM. Something hit it. I didnt know what the hell happend until I got out and saw a guy laying on the street, with this Bike on top of him. His buddy was on his bike just staring at the guy on the ground.

I got out to see if he was all right. He didnt move for a mintue and I thought he was dead. I finally heard a groggy moan and he moved. I asked him if he was all right. The response I got was "hows your door?" The guy got up and hobbled to the curb. His shoe was torn in half (something that happend when he bent the bottom of my door and it cut the shoe in half) He took off his shoe, and he had a nice black welt on the top of his foot. He moved it around and he said it wasnt broken, just "hurt like a fucking bitch" He asked about my door again, which wasnt closing right. I told him dont worry about it, I work at a dealership, and I can get it fixed. I got his name just incase of anything and he hobbled on his bike and peddled off.

So now my door is jacked up with a messed up hing, but I'll get it fixed. That along with my now leaky radiator, I cant win with my car.

So Now, I'm off to the gym, to continue my weight loss.